Shame of me, I looked through the windows with a resume in my hand, people enjoy their happy lauch time inside with flexiable music fully around. I don't know what i'm afraid of, is that my clothes that looked out of fasion, or the whelk living on my face? i just have no enough confidence to push the door, always like that.
Tomorrow, i'll have a try, with suitable clothes on, then less excuse to turn to.
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