21-06-2024, 02:48 PM
(21-06-2024, 02:08 PM)[[ForeverAlone]] Wrote: Once a while I will see this aunty carry her dog at market. Usually she will chit chat with others beside bring her dog around sit at a lobby. Just now I sit at lobby noticed she squat there cry look at a plastic box. Beside is a Guy whereby he seem message to someone. I roughly know her dog RIP and put inside that plastic box whereby the guy in charge will bring to cremated.
How come you din walk up to console her?
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