“Hey, two piggies.”
I looked for the voice owner, but I didn’t find them.
“What’s the matter?” My friend said.
“Someone called us two piggies,” I told.
“Then?”
“Aren’t you angry?”
“Why? They are correct. We are pig.”
“Oh, I forgot. My bad memory.”
“You don’t work tonight,” Robert walked near me. “I want to take a break to think,” I said. “What is it?” He said before he sat on the groun...
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