I was on my way home.
I passed by a multi-storey carpark washbay.
Two young men were sitting, and one of them was smoking.
Their washed motorcycles were behind them.
These two men were chatting. They were engaged in their conversations.
I looked at them. I paused and wondered
"Do I have a friend whom I can talk to?"
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