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Wysłany: Czw 20:37, 24 Mar 2011 Temat postu: my txt_ (54) |
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"Oh,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they work for my dad. The older man runs his warehouses,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and the women are the managers of the restaurants. And you saw the construction supervisor,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], who is working on a road project about 50 miles from here. His other supervisor, who is building a track of houses, had already left before you got here."
"Does this go on all the time?" I asked.
"Not always, but quite often," said Mike, smiling as he pulled up a chair to sit down next to me.
"I asked him if he would teach us to make money," Mike said.
"Oh, and what did he say to that?" I asked with cautious curiosity.
"Well, he had a funny look on his face at first, and then he said he would make us an offer."
"Oh," I said, rocking my chair back against the wall; I sat there
perched on two rear legs of the chair.
Mike did the same thing.
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