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Once,while I was walking in a park in London,I saw an old strange-looking man.He sat on a bench holding a closed book in his hands.I sat down on the bench and looked at the book.I saw that the book was of great interest. It was a very old copy of early Byron`s works.I looked at the old man in surprise and understood that he had known I was sitting on the bench because of him and the book he held in his hands.I smiled ."it is the last I have," he said and stretched it out to me.I took it with the words "I am a lover of old books".
hi Ноrа.
hi, how are you?
fine, I'm glad to see you, Nora!
I'm glad to see you too.
Nora, I can see you have a new jacket!
Yes, I bought it last Friday. there was a sale in the shop .
in which the shop? there is the shop on the next street, near the cafe?
no, it is not. in the shop, which is located near the cinema, go along Park street , then turn left, it is near the cinema, on the right.
do you like brown jackets?
yes, i do.
do you like short shorts or long?
i like short shorts.
would yuo like to go with me to the shop next Friday
No, thank you, I will be busy.
would you like to drink some coffee with me
no, thank you, I'm busy, I'm going to meet my cousin Jeck. thank you for the invitation, for the next time.
OK, the next time, good-bye.
bye