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On a Sunday morning, I got on a bus and found a seat near the back, and then I noticed a man seating in the front. He was pretended that a tiger toys was real and giving it a voice. He must be mentally disabled.
Behind him were other people to who he was trying to talk, but after some minutes he walked away and sat near me, looking annoyed.
I didn¡¯t want to be laughed for talking to him but I didn¡¯t feel like leaving him on his own either.
After a while I rise from my seat and walked to the front of the bus. I sat next to the man but introduced myself. We had an amazingly conversation. He got off the bus before me and I felt very much happy the rest of the way home.