Christmas in the truck
In the cab of the truck was warm and I felt great. When you said, "My wife and kids on a ski resort," I said, "We are also in the snow." You put a hand on my knee, and I closed my eyes. Our acquaintance, too, was a kind of miracle. Because of the time of year... It was the evening of the twenty-fourth of December...
With suitcase in hand, I hurriedly crossed the road. Scurried around people, almost all were loaded with different parcels and packages. Passed me bike, inadvertently pushing me, so I bounced on the hood standing at the curb machines. You were on the other side of the street - I was about to climb into the cab of his truck. Great truck, just perhaps, delivered the oysters to the nearest supermarket. You stopped, and then rushed to my aid. I was a little frightened, and nothing more.
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