Bill wrote this letter to Mary:
We’ve talked on the phone and in my apartment, and now I'm writing this letter. Maybe if I put my thoughts and feelings in writing, you’ll understand them better.
I love you. I want to marry you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You are the most wonderful woman I have ever met. You are not a "load." You are not a "troublemaker."
Yes, you have problems. So do I. And together, we can solve these problems more easily than if we were apart. Problems are a part of life. But so is happiness. Let’s share our problems and happiness instead of experiencing them alone.
We are not a bad "fit." We are a perfect match. I do not look down on you. I look up to you. I admire you. I think you are smart, brave, and independent. Don’t tell me to go find another woman. I don’t want another woman. I have found the perfect woman.
Every day, I think about your beautiful smile, your happy laugh. I think about the long walks we used to take, holding hands all the way. Remember how we used to sit on the grass in the park and watch the parrots?
We were going to get married, and now you want to be "just friends." Whatever I did or said that was wrong, please tell me so we can work this out. I don’t want to lose you
Nancy was new to America. She came to America speaking only her native language. She brought her 8-year-old son with her. He was all she had in the world.
They found an apartment in Arcadia. They were there for only two months when a neighbor’s dog jumped over the fence. The dog ran toward Nancy’s son. Nancy put her body in between the dog and her son. The dog stopped when it saw Nancy screaming at it. She was going to punch it in the nose. The dog turned around.
Shaking, Nancy took her son upstairs. They stayed in the apartment all weekend. Then Nancy found another apartment, close to the school that her son was going to attend.
She and her son walked everywhere. One day her son started coughing badly. He had an asthma attack. All the walking was making his asthma worse.
Nancy knew that she had to buy a car. So she called up the Honda dealer. She talked to a salesman who spoke her language. She told him that she wanted to buy a new car if he could come over to pick her up. The salesman said he would be right over.
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The owner of a missing cat is asking for help. "My baby has been, missing for over a month now, and I want him back so badly, ft said Mrs. Brown, a 56-year-old woman. Mrs. Brown lives by herself in a trailer park near Clovis. She said that Clyde, her 7-year-old cat, didn't come home f or dinner more than a month ago. The next morning he didn't appear for breakfast either. After Clyde missed an extra-special lunch, she called the police.
When the policeman asked her to describe Clyde, she told him that Clyde had beautiful green eyes, had all his teeth but was missing half of his left ear, and was seven years old and completely white
She then told the officer that Clyde was about a foot high.
A bell went off. "Is Clyde your child or your pet?" the officer suspiciously asked. "Well, he's my cat, of course," Mrs. Brown replied. "Lady, you're supposed to report missing PERSONS, not missing CATS," said the irritated policeman. "Well, who can I report this to?" she asked. "You can't. You have to ask around your neighborhood or put up flyers," replied the officer.
Mrs. Brown figured that a billboard would work a lot better than an 8"x11" piece of paper on a telephone pole. There was an empty billboard at the end of her street just off the interstate highway. The billboard had a phone number on it. She called that number, and they told her they could blow up a picture of Clyde (from Mrs. J Brown's family album) and put it on the billboard for all to see.
"But how can people see it when they whiz by on the interstate?" she asked. "Oh, don't worry, ma'am, they only whiz by between 2 a.m. and 5:30 a.m. The rest of the day, the interstate is so full of
commuters that no one moves." They told her it would cost only $3,000 a month. So she took most of the money out of her savings account and rented the billboard for a month.
The month has passed, but Clyde has not appeared. Because she has almost no money in savings, Mrs. Brown called the local newspaper to see if anyone could help her rent the billboard for just one more month. She is waiting but, so far, no one has stepped forward.
When Frank and I stepped through the post office doors, there was a crowd gathered, gawking at the new fixture on the wall like a chorus of wide-mouthed frogs. I had to get closer, and that was where being a girl that's scrawnier than a wire fence came in handy. Fortunately, Frank, my twin of eleven years, was just the same.
"Come on." I said, grabbing his hand, and we slid through the cracks between people until we spilled out in front.
Finally I got a good look. It was fixed to the plaster next to the postmaster's window, the place of honor usually reserved for the Wanted posters. Beady-eyed Zedekiah Smith, the bank robber, still hung there, but even he had been pushed aside for something more important.
A telephone. The first one in town.
"How's it work?" Noah Crawford called out. Noah's the best fix-it man around, and I could tell he was itching to get his fingers on those shiny knobs.
"Don't rightly know," answered the postmaster, and he tugged at his goatee as if it might tell him. "I do know the sound of your voice moves along wires strung on poles. It's sort of like the telegraph, only you hear words instead of dots and dashes."
"Ah," the crowd murmured, and I felt my own mouth move along.
I gazed at that gleaming wood box and something happened inside me. Something — I can only guess — that might be like falling in love. The thought of talking into that box — of making my voice sail through wires in the sky — it took over my brain. I couldn't get it out.
"Frank," I whispered to my twin. "I have to use that telephone."
Five minutes later, Frank towed me up Main Street, toward home. "Liza — " he began, but I cut him off. We two thought so much alike, I had Frank's questions answered before he even asked.
"You're right," I said. "It costs five cents and I don't have it. But look." I pulled him over to the window of Poulson's Variety Store. "You see those?"
I pointed to a handful of shimmery rocks spread on black velvet. Some were a shiny gray shot through with gold streaks, others yellow as cheese curds. And one, clear and jagged, sat like an icicle, leftover from wintertime.
Frank's eyebrows screwed up and I could tell he wasn't following.
"If I found one of those, I bet they'd pay me for it." I explained.
With a shake of his head, Frank hooked two thumbs under his suspenders. "But Liza — "
I held up a hand — he couldn't tell me anything I didn't already know. "I've got that figured, too. I'll bet we could find some at North Creek — in the mine."
Frank shrugged, pretending not to care, but I knew better. He wanted to explore that old mine, same as me. Besides, Frank knew he had no choice. Twins stick together, especially scrawny ones, ‘cause it takes two of us to make one of most people.
We spent half the morning on the dusty road to
Tracy looked at the flag. The flag is red, white, and blue. It has 50 white stars. The white stars are on a blue square. The flag has six white stripes. It has seven red stripes. All the stripes are horizontal. They are not vertical. The stripes do not go up and down. They go from left to right. Tracy loves her flag. It is the flag of her country. It is a pretty flag. No other flag has 50 stars. No other flag has 13 stripes.
Tracy looked at the flag. Theis red, white, and blue. It50 white stars. The white starson a blue square. The flagsix white stripes. It has sevenstripes. All the stripes are horizontal. are not vertical. The stripes dogo up and down. They goleft to right. Tracy loves her. It is the flag of her. It is a pretty flag. Noflag has 50 stars. No otherhas 13 stripes
21. Her Doll Is Like Her
Sharonis four years old. She is pretty. She has a doll. It is pretty. Sharonhas blonde hair. The doll has blonde hair. Sharon has short hair. Thedoll has long hair. Sharon gets a pair of scissors. She cuts the doll’slong hair. She finishes. Now the doll has short hair too
22. A Fork, Spoon, Plate, and Carrot
He picks up his fork. He picks up his spoon. He hits the plate with his fork. He hits the plate with his spoon. His mom says Stop. He stops. His mom puts a carrot on the plate. He looks at the carrot. He picks up the spoon. He hits the carrot with the spoon.
23. She Sees a Worm
Theworm crawls on the ground. It crawls slowly. She watches it. She picksit up. It wiggles in her hand. She puts it in her mouth. It wiggles inher mouth. She takes it out of her mouth. She puts it back on theground. It crawls into a hole
24. He Talks to Mom
The phone rings. He hears the ringing. He picks up the phone. He says hello. The other person says hello. The other person is his mom. She talks to him. He talks to her. She finishes talking. She says goodbye. He says goodbye. They hang up. He waits. The phone rings again
25. Car in a Car Wash
She sits in the car. Her dad drives the car. He drives to a car wash. The car goes through the car wash. Water sprays onto the car. Soap sprays onto the car. Soft brushes scrub the car. More water sprays onto the car. The car is clean. Men dry the car with clean rags. The car is dry.
436. What do you think? Is that right?
437. Certainly, you’re absolutely right about that.
438. I think you’re mistaken about that.
439. I like hot weather best.
440. Personally, I prefer winter weather.
441. Do you think it’s going to rain tomorrow?
442. I don’t know whether it will rain or not.
443. In my opinion, that’s an excellent idea.
444. Why is Mr. Cooper so tired? Do you have any idea?
445. He’s tired because he worked hard all day today.
446. What do think of my children?
447. I think you have very attractive children.
448. Please give me your frank opinion.
449. Do you really want to know what I think?
450. Of course I want to know what your opinion is.
421. I get out of bed about 7 o’clock every morning.
422. After getting up, I go into the bathroom and take a shower.
423. Then I shave, brush my teeth and comb my hair.
424. After brushing my teeth, I put on my clothes.
425. After that, I go downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast.
426. After eating breakfast, I go back upstairs again.
427. Then, it’s usually time to wake up my little brother.
428. He can’t dress himself yet because he’s too young.
429. I wash his face and hands, and then I dress him.
430. He tries to button his own shirt, but he can’t do it.
431. My little brother takes a bath before he goes to bed at night.
432. He always forgets to wash behind his ears.
433. I’m always tired when I come home from work.
434. At bedtime, I take off my clothes and put on my pajamas.
435. I get into bed at about 11:30, and go right off to sleep.