我係一個速遞員，每日面對最多嘅就係時間、人物同地點。如果只需要有時間、人物、地點，就可以成立一個故事嘅話，每日都會有幾十個故事係喺我身邊發生。直到果次，故事發生咗喺我身上： 果日係情人節，我由花店送出一扎無寄件人嘅花到加連威老道14號。不過，收件人唔係到。故事好明顯，應該係一個追求者送比佢女神，完全唔知女神嘅行程；至於女神結咗婚未、有無小朋友、有無男朋友，就可自己編織一吓。我送到去，佢同事幫佢簽收完我就離開。直至過咗幾個鐘後，我收到一個電話，係收花個女仔打嚟： “你好，唔好意思，我想打嚟問問，扎花係邊個送㗎？” “哦，係我送㗎。有咩事咩？” “多謝您!” (音樂起)
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The Indians replied that they had sent some of their young braves to study there years earlier, but on their return “they were absolutely good for nothing, being neither acquainted with the true methods for killing deer, catching beaver, or surprising an enemy.” They offered instead to educate a dozen or so white children in […]