The Likeable Stranger Almost was three years that I saw him, I was coming back from work and he had sat beside the street. He sold handmade brush, washcloth and soap. He was very old and tiny,woring a circle and stretch hat. He always squated down and stared to unknown spot, just occasionally looked at passers. Sometimes he changed his position but I knew that I can find him around the square. Today suddenly I understood that he wasnt there anymore. I thought when was the last time that I saw him but I couldnt remember exactly. Maybe two or three monthes ago. A persistent sob came and my eyes fulled with tears. I almost ran to my home before I cried in the street. I started crying when arrived the home for losing him. I felt I liked him. I wonderd why I didnt speak to him even once? Asking him any help he needed. I have should told him that my home was near and if he wanted any help he can tell me.But it was too late. I wish I was a little kinder to him.

a day full of tension Today was very bad day, in the morning I woke up with fever and headache, but I had to go to work because pervious day I was on leave. At workplace my boss was so angry and me anxious. In our lunchtime I had terrible argument with two of my colleagues, Now I am at home wishing tomorrow will be better day.

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i sent an email to my professor

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