The Urge for a Car

Wednesday evening, Hirman waved over to me when I was leaving the office. He was going to the airport and would pass by my place.

The comfortable trip back was so much better than squeezing in the train with so many uncivilised people; moreover, I had a companion to chitchat with me.

I could not help but to indulge in being sent home.


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