The food stalls near the neighborhood are closed.

Cold air hits,

There are no more young ladies talking and laughing on the street.

Life seems to be less colorful.

When I went out today and saw the police car on duty, I was frightened by the sound of the righteous siren and hurried home, asking everyone for a monthly ticket to suppress the shock.

By the way, remind everyone that you must drive safely when you go out!

Ahem......

Ask for a commuter pass.

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