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A few hours after the train left, Laura was still hoping that her husband will come. Passengers were coming and leaving, a few beggars were sitting nearly and the weather was not that kind. The wind blew so cold on her face that dried even the tears. The people were staring at her with wonder. It's been hours since she didn't move from that place.
It was late in September. It's been seven years since her husband went abroad for a new job. She never saw him again. She only received some letters and pictures from him. Sometimes he sent money, too. Laura waited so much the moment he'll come back home. She waited seven long years and now the big moment was so close. He sent a letter in wich he let her know that he's coming home. She prepared everything for his return. But he didn't come, he didn't show up. Maybe something came up... With her heart broken, Laura went back home to the waiting place. She'll wait for another letter, another phone call, maybe another picture...
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