Mini-saga - adapted from Natasha´s story
It was time to go. I saw dozens of tearful children and theirs mothers. Last kisses, last hugs, last goodbyes. I felt small children’s hands on the window that separated them from their parents. Just the only girl on the back coach seemed happy. Hopefully, she was looking straight ahead.
I closed the doors.
Bus
I closed the doors.
Bus
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