三時
At 3:00, the bell rang and we all ran out screaming. Sometimes into the glorious summer rain.
I never felt freedom like that again until decades later when I was an adult leaving a courthouse, or a jail.
さんじ
At 3:00, the bell rang and we all ran out screaming. Sometimes into the glorious summer rain.
I never felt freedom like that again until decades later when I was an adult leaving a courthouse, or a jail.
さんじ