Friday, February 18, 2011

Is It Too Late For A Thank You Interview Email

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Today, my memory took a turn into the past ...
I distinctly heard the school call. Presented itself, going through a long corridor where the smell of paint and just washed the floor. Having reached the grand marble staircase, I climb second floor. I go into the Assembly Hall ... hear the sound of voices, but can not remember the faces ... Everyone is waiting for the next meeting, and after the show the film, which I think here Now ... (But I keep getting distracted and do not give focus).
As the future of women shape the future of man ... There's still a cool song ... ;))


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