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مراجعة الأدبيات الموجودة Today, Clara and I were walking home from a local grocery store, which wisely gives out free balloons to children. Clara always looks forward to getting a balloon on our trips to this store. She had done an especially nice job being patient at the store, after waiting a long time for a prescription.
binäre optionen broker ohne mindesteinzahlung She was thrilled when the selection included pink balloons. Pink looms large in her philosophy, especially these days, since the antibiotic she is taking for the infection that caused the high fever is bubble-gum pink.
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“Clara is a pretty name,” said the young man. “Would you like a flower? It’s pink, just like your balloon.”
مواقع الانترنت Clara was still crying inconsolably, unable to say that she would really like the rose. The young man said, jokingly, “uh-oh, I’m in trouble if girls don’t like these!” He tucked a pink rose into Clara’s backpack, and went on his way.
libro opciones binarias español Shortly after the young man was out of earshot, Clara said “Thank you for my rose,” very quietly. She carried the rose in her hand the rest of the way home, finally waving at the young man, who was much too far away to see. A block later, we were almost home, and Clara was singing to her flower.
أربح المال بسرعة Somewhere in Ithaca, a lucky young lady is receiving a bouquet of eleven roses. I hope she asks why there is one missing!