The world through a writer's eye
I remember the time me and my mom went there to get some forms made for a passport... the moment you enter their premise, they start calling out to you as if they were hawkers selling wares.tyhe atmosphre becomes electric all of a sudden.
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I remember the time me and my mom went there to get some forms made for a passport... the moment you enter their premise, they start calling out to you as if they were hawkers selling wares.tyhe atmosphre becomes electric all of a sudden.
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