I Witness a Crime
In a afternoon; I walk
to the bus stop.
I saw one back door flew open and she ran out quickly
from the store.
She is wear blue jeans and a mulit-shirt and sneakers with white socks
and holding some items from the store.
I saw the police and manager search
outside of the store for the criminal.
I see with my eyes the woman flee
from the store to the east and I walk to west to the bus stop.
I am scared because I witness a crime of thief.
I am thankful that nothing happen to me and I enter the bus with a testimony
in my life.
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