My
friend argued with me and persuaded to visit to him. He was praising for him, always, when I met him. He was a child writer. He wrote many books on animals. His description was very idiomatic.
“ Last night, a dog was pissing on my flowers. When I woke up to switch on”. He was in the middle.
I opened the window and looked outside. He was my neighbor. Ugly drunk. He quickly japed off and urine was flowing to his trousers.
Sorry, Mark. I lost my way. He said,
When we arrived there, he was cutting plants. His Grey hairs were wounding as clouds in the sky.
Are you enjoying you day? Sir. I asked,
Not at all, I am trying to open more space. So I can see that bastard. He mentioned,
My friend was pointing at me; he is talking about his neighbors.
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