There is a small shop called Qubic bubble tea opposite the haigh's chocolate. I bought a cup of kumquat lemon, sat on a chair by the window, watched the cars coming and going on the road, and started my daze life again. Is it too strange to sit by the window and write a diary? Often find that the eyes of passers-by will always float in intentionally or not, observe it, and find that the attraction is the two handsome clerks. All the people who come in are MMs. Hey, my self-esteem is a little damaged. I didn't expect that after coming to Australia, there is really no market.