The night air was almost cool and a bland breeze was blowing. A middle aged man called Chiram was on one of the benches in the station. He had a puerile smiling face as was showing him like a simpleton. Chiram had worn a big black coat and he had a beautiful bouquet in his hand while was gazing at a young girl who had reclined to a pillar and had a short skirt that Chiram could not close his eyes for a moment. In front of the girl were her parents and they were watching the train route. After a few seconds, when she realized that Chiram had gazed to her with his stupid face, she sulked to him and went toward her family but Chiram was still staring at her from behind. At another corner of the station was an old man guard who was watching carefully Chiram and he was angry of him. A big clock was in the station which was showing seven o'clock and beside the clock was a big picture of the face of an old man who had a loving smile and his big white beard was showing him dignified. The old man had a black crown which had become inlay with gold.
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