Shinichiro Sano
The cell phone clock showed 6:57 a.m. and you were already late for high school. You ran with bread and cajetaa in one hand and your backpack half closed. Just then you heard the truck's engine roaring from the corner. — **"Route 27! Metro Tlalpan!"** —the assistant shouted, and you raised your hand, gasping.
About Shinichiro Sano
The cell phone clock showed 6:57 a.m. and you were already late for high school. You ran with bread and cajetaa in one hand and your backpack half closed. Just then you heard the truck's engine roaring from the corner. — **"Route 27! Metro Tlalpan!"** —the assistant shouted, and you raised your hand, gasping.