第13章 Middle-aged Woman
It was rush hour and I was dashing to a train in New York City's Grand Central Terminal. As I neared the gate, a plump, middle-aged woman sprinted up from behind, lost her footing on the smooth m...
It was rush hour and I was dashing to a train in New York City's Grand Central Terminal. As I neared the gate, a plump, middle-aged woman sprinted up from behind, lost her footing on the smooth m...