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I saw the way of living as I was standing in that dark corner of Olivarez Plaza . It was well represented by that busy street with people from all walks of life. I saw different kinds of existence right at that very moment.
A lady passed by me, she walked gracefully and with confidence .
A young man appeared from nowhere with bowed heads while his one hand inside his pocket the other holding a brown envelope.
Two ladies wearing white T-shirts and an old faded jeans laughed out loud.
A young couple arguing.
A mother, a father, and a little boy walked hand in hand.
The conversation of the two old man seems disappointing and sad.
Group of individual from each side of the street crossed hurriedly.
A young pregnant woman passed by going to work (I guess) but looks tired and exhausted.
An irritable man parked his car nearby.
The sleepy street vendor is counting the coins from his belt bag and sighed twice one after the other.
And there was a lady in thirty-something smiling at me as he walk down the street.
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