After such transparent suffering, I will strike up a conversation in English and keep my enthousasm to myself. I am proud of keeping my problems to myself. What such naife pride. I seem like a saint who is tired of his bad-temper. Let´s call it a day!.
Temptations are strange. One may be praying to the Virgin whereas one may be thinking of the women who pan by in the street. The same is with the English language. I like to speak the English language When I have a frozen sandwich.
After of the English, It will not be the world.
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