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... o far. They seemed to try to handle everything by talking rather than moving their bodies.
“Mr. Class Manager, please ask them to bring us more wipers.”
“Mr. Class Manager, is there any other place where I can park my car rather than the parking lot behind the motel?”
“Mr. Class Manager, we need one more cup here!”
The class president called for Gun-Ho, and he gave three bottles of Ballantines’s 17-year-old whiskey to Gun-Ho and said, “Please put these on ...
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