Thursday, March 30, 2017

New Yorker Jane story:P3

When Jane met her friend Mary in Seattle,

Jane began to cry.

"Oh, Mary. I lost my boyfriend. My love. My life."

"Hey Jane. Don't say such a thing. You have a splendid life from now."

 Jane said nothing.

"You are good teacher Jane. Work here will you for teacher?"

 Mary and Jane visit many places in Seattle.

"Oh, many many migrants here. They must learn English immediately."

 Mary said to Jane.

"Your are a good English teacher."

"Whoops. New American. New U.S."

 Jane are looking migrants still now.  

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