this letter is for those below:Labell sabelMabeland all...pouring outside and almost time to leave but for the sake of my friend i stayed on for a little while more. then, i left. it was cold in the wagon where there were no proper windows. just canvas dragged over to keep the rain out. it was quiet out there as it was late. soon, the wagon pulled up at the train station. the coal run train was awaiting but not for me. i ran through the rain and finally reached shelter. but the shelter couldn't hold out the thundering rain so i was drenched anyhow. my fellow friends were there all before me. they had taken the express train and the long wagon. the service wagon was much faster though. our leaders were not there either. only the us. we waited as the cold wind and rain wet our faces and hair. finally, they arrived! each had an umbrella with them and a glass bottle of the latest formulated drink. they had saved up to buy it specially for us. as we splashed in the flooded zone, we got wet again. at the house, we sat on the floor to dry. they told us that the ordered food called dough, was going to reach late. as we sat there watching some ppl perform to entertain us, the food came. i called it 'Variety Dough'. but to all the others it was known as "pittsa". they liked it alot. as the time passed, we soon finished off the night and left in our little wagons in the pouring rain...
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