Domicile – home

“Where to?”

The girl could barely sit firmly on the taxi’s backseats. 

“I don’t know…” She started rammaging in her purple leather bag. The man grumbled.

“Here. Here”

She passed the driver her identity card, in which her house’s street name was indicated. 

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