Happy reading..
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"Script!" a young girl squealed with joy from the path.
The man called by the girl turned to him, gave a warm smile and then waved back from the girl. In the girl's hand was a piece of paper that moved in the wind.
"Hey... hey... be careful... you can get hurt!" exclaimed the man who was none other than Aksa.
"hehehehe… sorry I was so happy!" exclaimed the girl showing a row of neatly arranged teeth in her mouth.
"why hm?" asked Aksa taking the girl to sit on one of the long chairs near them.
The woman was still smiling excitedly as she handed him the envelope which had letterhead and stamps on the body of the letter.
There is a bad feeling from Aksa, when he looks at stamps that come from abroad, either which country Aksa doesn't care about, what he currently cares about is what is in the letter.
