The Late School

During the day, I am a gold medal screenwriter. In the evening, I am the owner of a late-night school. At 1 a.m., I watched a tired social animal in a suit and leather shoes pick up my 3-year-old daughter. A bartender dressed in alcohol picked up my sleeping son and walked into the night. The mischievous baby was still playing with his pale mother. Games, the smiling old man with a white beard has taken his little grandson to say goodbye to me, the unclaimed child looked at the door idiotically, and a little girl with a knife-mouthed tofu heart and a mouthful of Trump decided to live here... A school that is open until late at night, a story about a warm market.