 Wysłany: Pią 4:43, 25 Mar 2011 Temat postu: my txt_ (81) |
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| "Mrs. Martin is like a mother to me. I would never be that cruel. I may sound cruel because I'm doing my best to point something out to the two of you. I want to expand your point of view so you can see something. Something most people never have the benefit of seeing because their vision is too narrow. Most people never see the trap they are in."
Mike and I sat there uncertain of his message. He sounded cruel, yet we could sense he was desperately wanting us to know something. With a smile, rich dad said, "Doesn't that 25 cents an hour sound good? Doesn't it make your heart beat a little faster." I shook my head "no,buy newports online," but it really did. Twenty five cents an hour would be big bucks to me. "OK,Monster beats pro, I'll pay you a dollar an hour,louboutin shoes," rich dad said, with a sly grin. Now my heart was beginning to race. My brain was screaming, An "Take it. Take it." I could not believe what I was hearing. |
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