Fiction,
I fall in love in a hot day of summer, exactly one of 13 of August, at 12:15 p.m. That day like everyday my parents force my sister and me to cellar to sleep. In summer in Tehran the afternoon sleeping was compulsion. But that day we were w ...
Fiction,
I fall in love in a hot day of summer, exactly one of 13 of August, at 12:15 p.m. That day like everyday my parents force my sister and me to cellar to sleep. In summer in Tehran the afternoon sleeping was compulsion. But that day we were waiting our father sleep and we went to garden for playing.
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