Šypt
I have a personal driver. Trolleybus.
He told me every day smiling and head nods boarding. Sometimes nepažiūri side of the door - I know that is tired, or maybe just sad.
attendant colored ring, trolleybus stopped spending - this has stopped, opened the door. I'm looking at, smiling. Being boarded - no need to go to the station.
And this morning was the day when the driver was sad. Sat and reading a book. Climbed stop going forward. Next to the trolley rolls, I turn my head - bent down and smiling at the wheel for me. Smiled and waved hands. Then go. It was fun. We had a weekend
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