I'm a different kind of driver. I love nature. I'm driving on a countryside road. Suddenly, I listen to a nightingale's voice. That was late spring. I stopped the car. That was in the middle of the lane.Several horns were blown. Bird went. I again come to the hell from the heaven.So my mother is always getting afraid when I go without the driver.
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