سلام, سال نو مبارک.
فرقی ندارد پرتقال عیدتون بمی باشه یا مصری, سال بسیار خوبی را برای همگی آرزومندم.
M.T 😊
سال نود و شش مبارک
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Emerald castle
💕💕Happy Birthday Leila💕💕
Alien Spacecraft hung overhead!
After 180 minutes, the search bloomed; the lost castle loomed large before the explorers, welcoming them with open arms. Of course, it looked more like a massive Alien Spacecraft than a castle.
The full moon hovered overhead and gave a green glow to the UFO that resembled the shape of a sun hat. The gold brim of the enormous hat was made of a shiny metal and studded with the glaring white lights, while the crown made of green glass shone like emerald. The faint blue aureole orbiting around the craft was really amazing! However, its tractor beam looked a little frightening.
Abduction Phenomenon
Fright? This was exactly what Mr. Assistant felt as he found himself in the front of the alien craft. Though he was delighted the hazardous trip was over, the thought of may be beam up by aliens threw him into a slight horror. As Uncle Larry saw distrust in his friend's eyes, he smiled at him, "Don't worry. Google maps says we arrived at the "ParSino" airport, and the craft says Sergey has returned home." He glanced at his watch and noticed the watch hands running again. "Thank God my watch's working. I felt fully lost without my watch. It's five to eight." Uncle Larry said, pointing at his watch.
Mr. Assistant smiled ruefully, "Airport or castle or spacecraft? Parmis must be crazy."
Uncle Larry nodded absently, his attention observed by magnificent view.
It is awesome.When they built the airfield? It is said that Rome was not built in a day, but Parmis proved herself to be a speedy architect by designing her glorious airfield in a week, Uncle Larry thought.
He felt his heart beating faster, tears brimmed in his eyes, last time he met Sergey was in August, he could hardly waiting, so he took a big step forward, but what happened to the craft made him stop.
Like moon which changes shape, the castle form changed. It transshaped into an enormous hourglass. Quick as a flash, two marble towers appeared on both sides of the fancy building to show it as a real, strange castle. "Oh Lord!" Mr. Assistant cried, his mouth dropping open in surprise. Uncle Larry said nothing; he only stood there, marveling at the illuminated castle.
The lonely lighthouse perched on top of a rocky islet, looking like an eagle’s nest on the peak. Compare with Glass Tower it was not very tall, but much more mysterious.
Sand-way, the six-foot cylinder linked two round sections of the hourglass, glimmered golden in the moonlight. The glittery sand in a jam was waiting for crossing the cylinder, like people trapped in a glass-walled elevator, so as to remind Uncle Larry of the still time. Uncle Larry checked his watch, it had stopped at eight.
The silence broke as the foamy waves lapped against the rocks. Uncle Larry turned his attention to the lake, stared at the spot where the bridge was before, and his eyes filled with tears. Mr. Assistant said ruefully, “Don’t let Parmis make you cry, Larry. There’s no bridge, but we can swim to the opposite side of the lake."
Uncle Larry smiled, “No, I’m not worried about the bridge. The airport, clock, lake and glass took me back two years," he let out a long sigh and continued, "Yes, As if Parmis's turned the clock back two years, I imagine standing on the deck of Google barge and my friends are waiting for celebrating my birthday. Do you remember my 41st birthday?”
“Obviously, I cry every time I watch your birthday's video." Mr. Assistant replied.
Uncle Larry sighed dreamily, “Me too. Grown-ups can’t put the clock back or stop it but with kids. The time fades with them, though all the moments turn golden.”
Mr. Assistant nodded his head, “OMG! you're a poet. I wish I were you, Parmis is very friendly.”
At that point, an arrow quickly whizzed past his head. Mr. Assistant muttered, “Oh no, I’m very lucky not to have a niece like Parmis.”
Uncle Larry admitted with a short laugh, “Yes, sometimes she gets on my nerves. Let’s go, our friends are waiting.”
They rushed to the marbled steps led to the green door which a keypad set in it. Uncle Larry glanced at the bunch of the blue hyacinth and their lime green ribbon, now the number on the ribbon seemed fully meaningful. Uncle Larry tapped the digital codes into the machine. As the door opened, Uncle Larry asked, “Would you like to come to my birthday party?”
A grin spread across his Assistant’s face, “Of course.”
Then they proudly went into the mysterious castle.
The full moon hovered overhead and gave a green glow to the UFO that resembled the shape of a sun hat. The gold brim of the enormous hat was made of a shiny metal and studded with the glaring white lights, while the crown made of green glass shone like emerald. The faint blue aureole orbiting around the craft was really amazing! However, its tractor beam looked a little frightening.
Fright? This was exactly what Mr. Assistant felt as he found himself in the front of the alien craft. Though he was delighted the hazardous trip was over, the thought of may be beam up by aliens threw him into a slight horror. As Uncle Larry saw distrust in his friend's eyes, he smiled at him, "Don't worry. Google maps says we arrived at the "ParSino" airport, and the craft says Sergey has returned home." He glanced at his watch and noticed the watch hands running again. "Thank God my watch's working. I felt fully lost without my watch. It's five to eight." Uncle Larry said, pointing at his watch.
Mr. Assistant smiled ruefully, "Airport or castle or spacecraft? Parmis must be crazy."
Uncle Larry nodded absently, his attention observed by magnificent view.
It is awesome.When they built the airfield? It is said that Rome was not built in a day, but Parmis proved herself to be a speedy architect by designing her glorious airfield in a week, Uncle Larry thought.
He felt his heart beating faster, tears brimmed in his eyes, last time he met Sergey was in August, he could hardly waiting, so he took a big step forward, but what happened to the craft made him stop.
Like moon which changes shape, the castle form changed. It transshaped into an enormous hourglass. Quick as a flash, two marble towers appeared on both sides of the fancy building to show it as a real, strange castle. "Oh Lord!" Mr. Assistant cried, his mouth dropping open in surprise. Uncle Larry said nothing; he only stood there, marveling at the illuminated castle.
The lonely lighthouse perched on top of a rocky islet, looking like an eagle’s nest on the peak. Compare with Glass Tower it was not very tall, but much more mysterious.
Sand-way, the six-foot cylinder linked two round sections of the hourglass, glimmered golden in the moonlight. The glittery sand in a jam was waiting for crossing the cylinder, like people trapped in a glass-walled elevator, so as to remind Uncle Larry of the still time. Uncle Larry checked his watch, it had stopped at eight.
The silence broke as the foamy waves lapped against the rocks. Uncle Larry turned his attention to the lake, stared at the spot where the bridge was before, and his eyes filled with tears. Mr. Assistant said ruefully, “Don’t let Parmis make you cry, Larry. There’s no bridge, but we can swim to the opposite side of the lake."
Uncle Larry smiled, “No, I’m not worried about the bridge. The airport, clock, lake and glass took me back two years," he let out a long sigh and continued, "Yes, As if Parmis's turned the clock back two years, I imagine standing on the deck of Google barge and my friends are waiting for celebrating my birthday. Do you remember my 41st birthday?”
“Obviously, I cry every time I watch your birthday's video." Mr. Assistant replied.
Mr. Assistant nodded his head, “OMG! you're a poet. I wish I were you, Parmis is very friendly.”
At that point, an arrow quickly whizzed past his head. Mr. Assistant muttered, “Oh no, I’m very lucky not to have a niece like Parmis.”
Uncle Larry admitted with a short laugh, “Yes, sometimes she gets on my nerves. Let’s go, our friends are waiting.”
They rushed to the marbled steps led to the green door which a keypad set in it. Uncle Larry glanced at the bunch of the blue hyacinth and their lime green ribbon, now the number on the ribbon seemed fully meaningful. Uncle Larry tapped the digital codes into the machine. As the door opened, Uncle Larry asked, “Would you like to come to my birthday party?”
A grin spread across his Assistant’s face, “Of course.”
Then they proudly went into the mysterious castle.
Best Wishes
M.T
Friday, March 18, 2016
بهار، بی تو در این خانه، گل نخواهد داد
« نگیر از این دل دیوانه ابر و باران را
هوای تنـــــــــگ غروب و شب خیابان را
اگر چه پنـــــجره ها را گرفته ای از من
نگیر خلــــوت گنجشـــک های ایــــوان را
بهار، بی تو در این خانه، گل نخواهد داد
هوای عطــــر تو دیـــــوانه کرده گلدان را
بیا که تابســـتان با تو سمــــت و سـو بدهد
نگـــــاه شعــــــله ور آفتــــــابگــــــردان را
تو نیستی غم پایــــــــیز را چه خواهم کرد
و بی پـــــرندگی عصـــــــرهای آبــــان را
سرم به یاد تو گـــــرم است زیر بال خودم
اگر به خــــــانه آورده ای زمســــــــتان را
بریز! چاره ی این عشق قهوه ی قجری ست
که چشــــــم های تو پر کرده اند فنــــجان را
سراینده: اصغر معاذی»
پارمیس جان، سلام، سال نو مبارک
فردا آخرین روز سال نود و چهار است، آره، الآن بهار با بار و بندیلش پشت در منتظر است. بهار منتظر ایستاده تا مستاجر قبلی، زمستان، بساطش را جمع کند و برود، اما ننه سرما عجیب دقیق است، می گوید من سر وقت می روم، نه یک ثانیه زودتر نه یک ثانیه دیرتر! بهار هم با مهربانی لبخند می زند، ساکت سرجایش می ایستد، اما نه بیکار؛ پرنده ها را صدا می زند، درخت ها را از خواب بیدار می کند و جوانه های خوشبو را در فضا می پاشد، بهار سر پرشوری دارد.
هنوز نرفته دلتنگت هستیم
سال نود و چهار سپری شد، با همه ی تلخ و شیرینش؛ شاید فرخنده ترین رخداد این سال توافق هسته ای بود، و شاید تلخ ترین رویدادها: جنگ و خون ریزی در کشورهای همسایه، مرگ دلخراش حجاج در حرم امن الهی، حملات تروریستی گروه داعش که تا گوش برج ایفل هم رسید و بسته شدن سفارت عربستان در ایران. بله، سفارتی باز شد و سفارتی دیگر بسته شد!
مهمترین رویداد ورزشی امسال جام جهانی فوتبال زنان بود که در کانادا برگزار شد و همانند چند دوره ی قبل تیم آمریکا جام را به خانه برد.
و بسیاری رویدادهای دیگر ....
خبرهای دنیای دیجیتال
گوگل، زیر مجموعه هلدینگ آلفابت شد. ویندوز ۱۰ و آیفون ۶ اس و ۶ اس پلاس به بازار عرضه شد، واتس اپ زیر مجموعه ی فیس بوک شد و کلی چیزهای دیگر.
خودم نامه های کمتری برایت نوشتم، اما تو همان نامه ها تقریباً تمام اتفاقات امسال را برایت شرح داده ام.
داستان من و سبزه ام را هم که می دانی، فردا این قصه هم به سر می رسد. عکس امروزم چطوره؟
حیاط خانه ی ما اصلاً سوژه ی مناسبی برای تهیه ی یک عکس زیبا نیست، ولی امروز که گیاهان خودروی بین موزاییک ها را دیدم نظرم عوض شد، تصمیم گرفتم عکس امروز سبزه با گیاهان سرسبز و ماهی طلایی باشد. سبزه را در یک ظرف شیشه ای گذاشتم چند تا عکس ازش انداختم، خواستم ماهی طلایی را بگذارم کنارش، دیدم ماهی کوچولو حسابی وحشت کرد، دلم هری ریخت ترسیدم ماهی تلف شد، سبزه را آوردم خانه و با فتوشاپ یک ماهی کنار سبزه گذاشتم.
الآن دیگر باید بروم خواهرم ناخوش است، من اصلاً نفهمیدم این سطرها را چطوری نوشتم، سال نو مبارک، امیدوارم امسال بهتر از پارسال باشد.
سین امروز هم سرکه است.
سرکه: نشانه ی فرشته ی امرداد است و نماد جاودانگی و صبر.
ماهی قرمز: نماد سال نوی چینی است و در کمتر از یک قرن پیش در کنار سفره ی هفت سین جای گرفته است. در آیین پارسی انار و یا سیب سرخ را بر آب قرار می دهند.
Saturday, March 5, 2016
در من گل یخ هم نمی روید :)
« درخت تو گر بار دانش بگیرد
به زیر آوری چـرخ نیلوفری را»
سلام، سال نو مبارک،
این شعر تعجب برانگیز است؟ توقع داشتید بنویسم :« به دست خود درختی می نشانم/ به پایش جوی آبی می کشانم»؟ بله، درسته که امروز روز درختکاری بود، اما ما همیشه در حال دانش آموزی و دانشجویی و دانش پژوهی هستیم :)
صبح با چنان ذوق و شوقی از خواب بیدار شدم که نگو و نپرس، سریع آمدم چند تا عکس آپلود کردم که عصر این پست را ارسال کنم، نمی دانم سرنوشت تصاویر چه شود، ولی از ذوق و شوق من ذره ای کاسته نمی شود، آخر فقط ۱۴ روز دیگر تا آغاز سال نو مانده :)
بعلاوه، من روز درختکاری را خیلی دوست دارم، هر چند زیاد اهل درختکاری نیستم، نه این که دوست نداشته باشم، بلد نیستم.
همیشه سبز باشید
یادش بخیر، چند سال پیش ،روز درختکاری بس که من ذوق داشتم درخت بکاریم، یکی از همکاران گفت: « بیاید بریم نهال رایگان بگیریم.» من و خواهرم، سوار ماشینش شدیم و چند ساعتی خیابانها را بالا و پایین رفتیم ولی حتی یک محل عرضه ی گل و گیاه پیدا نکردیم، خیلی ضایع شده بودم. خانم همکارمان با ناراحتی به من گفت:« پس این درختهایی که می گفتی کجاست؟» گفتم:« حتماً دیر اومدیم تموم شده.» خلاصه، دست از پا درازتر به شرکت برگشتیم.
از آن سال به بعد، دیگر هیچ وقت روز درختکاری دنبال محل عرضه ی گل و گیاه نگشتم :) این تیتر هم به همان خاطر زدم «در من گل یخ هم نمی روید.» می خواستم عنوان این پست را بگذارم «فصل رویش»- به خاطر استقبال از بهار- یکدفعه این شعر به ذهنم آمد که خیلی هم دوستش دارم، هر بار می خوانمش کلی انرژی می گیرم، امروزم از آن روزهایی بود که به انرژی نیاز داشتم.
همین و ادامه ی پست های «زندگی در اینجا و اکنون» را ( اگر خدا خواست) بعد ۱۵ فروردین می نویسم، در حال حاضر خانه تکانی و اتمام نوشته های نیمه تمام سال ۹۴ برایم در اولویت است.
سال نو مبارک، روز درختکاری مبارک، به دست خود درختی می نشانم، سبز باشید.
M.T :)
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Happy New Year!
Hello, My friends
Thank you very much for following this blog in 2015.
I hope all your hopes and dreams come true in 2016.
Best Wishes and Happy Holidays
Happy New Year
After breakfast, Pedro persuades Uncle Larry to change, " You'd better change out of these dirty, faded clothes. El comedor also has some free clothing. Go take a Mexican traditional dress." It is not surprising how quickly Uncle Larry agrees with Pedro's offer, it is actually embarrassing for him to have some chewing gum on the back of his pants. Two minutes have gone by as Uncle Larry appears in a poncho with sombrero, now he looks like a real Mexican.Parmis gets excited, " Wow! this poncho really suits you." Uncle Larry smiles to hide his embarrassment, " I don't think so."
The bright orange is fading into dark gray, the migrants are changing into new clothes. Tina just stands there, staring at them that Sister María approaches her. Tina asks, " Sister María, I will wash the mud off my boots, where is the bathroom?"
For a while the Sister stares at the long black boots, then asks kindly, " Don't you think you should take your boots off?"
Tina looks down at her boots, then purses her lips, " Why? they are very comfortable, I wear them all the year round." Sister María says, " But your feet suffocate in the hot summer sun."
Tina shakes her head, " Summer? you're wrong, it's winter now." The sister looks completely confused to hear her answer. Parmis dispels her confusion, " Sister, She's Australian, Now it's winter time there." Sister María laughs at the girls, " I thought you are Mexican?"
Tina screams, "Mexican? You must be kidding? I'm a real Australian."
The sister sighs, "Anyway, Here is Mexico."
Tina frowns, " Yes, I know. But Children need to follow their family traditions. Wearing boots is our family tradition. Besides, As a real Australian I respect our culture and climate. Do you know that I go skiing in Victoria every August? "
Images: Psdgraphics, pixabay
Best Wishes
M.T :)
Monday, December 14, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Boy-Spring Swing
Birthday Cake Hat Boy
Girl on a Swing..... finally I drew something new!
Valentine Kisses
You may make handmade cards and sell those. No digital use is allowed. deariedolls@gmail.com
Mary Ellen Smith
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Do not be drowned in " the Right to be Forgotten" !
Carrying a lot of sheets in his hands, he rushes into the office, stands in front of the chairman's desk, gasping, and his tired eyes shift from the black sheets to the blank sheets on it, then freezes at Larry.
He's singing his favorite song: " The Lord of Rings" , his eraser is dancing on Google's links, excitedly.
The disturbed assistant says: " Where should I put these , Larry?"
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Larry pauses singing; the remains of his rubber rest next to the Liberty statue picture on the screen. He lifts his head , looks at his assistant's hand and around himself, grinning.
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He's drowning in the papers, requests and Rights; I guess everyone likes to be forgotten.
" On the floor! " Larry says.
His Assistant puts the forms on the floor, stands up near them.
Larry:" How many requests have sent, my friend?"
The assistant :" A lot, Larry !", and continues , smiling : " you give me a pay rise, don't you?"
Larry picks up his plane-shaped eraser, now it has only one wing, his assistant rushes for the door , happily.
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Larry thinks : " " The Right to be Forgotten!?", that's good idea! A Past Washer Machine!? everyone can remove his/her dark past by it. I bet people love it. I should work on it," suddenly the plane-shaped eraser is dropped under the desk, he bends down to pick it up ,that his hand knocks over the cup , and the hazelnut coffee spills on the forms, now they are filled with brown marks. Larry sighs.
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Gloria and Sergey are cycling with Glass a long the road. Sergey checks his messages by Glass , " sounds fun! Another interview about self-driving car! when Larry has started to rub out the forgotten links, I do most of the interviews."
Gloria:" You like the interview, don't you?"
Sergey:" Yes, it's exciting, and I love excitement."
Gloria:" Really!?"
Sergey nods , and says : " That's right."
Gloria's eyes glisten, a small smile emerges, " How good! " , then says : " OK Glass, Listen to"
Gloria picks her favorite track from Google play music, " Wow, Great! " , next she starts to pedaling faster and faster; her ponytail hair waves in the wind, and the bicycle flies in the sky, in a few minutes she overtakes Sergey, and passes him
Gloria is screaming , " Wow! I won, I love Glass, it makes everything easy: bicycling, driving, running, searching , taking video and even cooking ; last night I wanted to cook some cookies, I placed flour , sugar, egg, milk and butter on the table, mixed them together, then with pastry hands Searched a recipe by Glass , just I said : " OK Glass, Find a recipe for sweetheart, " I couldn't believe it, but Glass found it rapidly !"
Sergey says, laughing :" I believe it, OK Glass makes to live quite easy ! But I think first you should find the recipe , then Ingredients combine . "
Gloria : " Take it easy, Sergey ! during cooking I took a professional video of my cookery , and shared it instantly to YouTube, all of my friends liked its form! "
Sergey: " Only its form? "
Gloria: " yes, It was too tough , salty and fat , but my family admired me."
A big smile emerges on Sergey's lips, and says: " Don't worry, cookery is quite easy, you will learn it soon , but I don't know you like cooking!?"
Gloria glows , and says with embarrassment : " I'm not interested in cookery, but I'm trying to learn it now . "
Sergey smirks, and says:" Sounds nice! They said: the way to man's heart is through his stomach, have you ever eaten Olivier Salad?"
Gloria : " Never, How? It's your favorite food?"
Sergey: " I like it very much."
Gloria: "really? I didn't know. How do you cook Olivier Salad?"
Sergey: " It's a Russian recipe. We need some boiled potatoes, vegetables, eggs, diced boiled chicken and mayonnaise to make it. This recipe is so simple everyone can make it. Search it by Glass."
Gloria : " All right , I'll make it later, but I think you should change that proverb :" The way to woman's heart is through her stomach, Today many men know how to cook at least one ."
Sergey : " Maybe!!"
Gloria says good bye to Sergey and leaves him alone.
Sergey watches her getting away for a long time , then he is rubbing his hands in excitement, and says: " Gloria is learning cookery, she wants to reach my heart, she loves me," then he's going to interview excitedly.
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After the interview, Sergey searches : " How to keep my girlfriend happy?"
Glass replies: " Give her a surprise gift! "
Sergey orders a wonderful mixer , and wraps it. He thinks Larry's messy office is the best place to hide the present, so enters there , Larry is napping, Sergey puts the 
Days pass slowly For Children
gift on the floor , among the papers
, then exits the room slowly.
A few days passes, Sergey is waiting for Gloria's Olivier salad , but there is no news. She uploads a new cooking video to YouTube everyday, but she has brought nothing for him yet . Sergey wonders :" maybe She wants to be expert , then bring me her cookery ..." .
Sergey needs fresh air, so standing at the window , and enjoys pretty view. The golden sun's shining in the sky , the birds are singing happily , and no one is on the sidewalk. but no, wait a moment! over there !? beside that big tree, oh , No!! he can't believe it. Gloria is hugging a pretty baby, and talking to a young man happily.....
Sergey needs fresh air, so standing at the window , and enjoys pretty view. The golden sun's shining in the sky , the birds are singing happily , and no one is on the sidewalk. but no, wait a moment! over there !? beside that big tree, oh , No!! he can't believe it. Gloria is hugging a pretty baby, and talking to a young man happily.....
Sergey's eyes are filled with tears, and his knees are shaking again, he can't stand, he closes his eyes. Once more his clear world turns to a dark world.
Gloria tries to research about Glass, but she can't . The baby is screaming up a storm, maybe she needs food, Gloria opens the baby's bag, and says " We're running out of the baby food, I must go to the store, and you should stay here. "
She kisses baby's hands , the baby laughs.
" Be a good girl until I'll back ! OK?"
She rushes for the door, and the baby starts crying.
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The sound of baby scream awakes Larry. He looks at his watch , and says : " Oh my God, I must remove the forgotten links."
Again , he hears that voice, gets up angrily, " What's this voice? it disturbs my silence."
He heads for the door, but his leg hits Sergey's gift, and he falls down on the floor, cries :" What is it? "
On the gift is written :
For my sweetheart
On the gift is written :
For my sweetheart He picks up the package, goes into Gloria's office , frowning.
Tearful Sergey is hugging the baby sitting on the floor. They both are screaming together, and Larry is leaning against the door , gaping, he thinks :" Am I asleep? is this a dream?"
Gloria pushes the door, Larry is dropped beside the Sergey and the baby.
Gloria is surprised , her face gets red in embarrassment, says :" I'm truly sorry , this is my niece, her mom gone , and my brother is too busy. For this reason my mom and I take care of her. This morning my mom had an important work , so the brother brought her to Google. Today she's Google's guest, but I promise I won't bring her again, I promise!"
The little girl starts screaming , Sergey laughs , and tearful Larry holds his head between his hands.
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Parmis has read Uncle Sergey's interview again, she wonders : " Interview, Podcast ! Yes , this is the secret of Success. "
Then she comes on air, Uncle Larry says: " I have no time, Parmis. Don't call me unless your word is important!!"
Parmis: " My work is soooooo important!"
Uncle Larry:" Tell me"
Parmis: " An interview with you"
Uncle Larry:" Are you kidding? I told you that I had no time. I'm sorry, you're wasting my time away with foolish word!? bye , Parmis."
Parmis: " Please , wait a moment! why are you busy, uncle?"
Sergey comes online, he's really happy, Gloria's brother bought a Glass two days ago. He says: Looking after a kid is so easy by Glass, I even went to golf with my baby and Glass. I thanks it." now Gloria is free , and can focus on Glass.
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Uncle Sergey, smiling : " How are you? Understand Larry! He's so busy, he has to remove a lot of links from Google, he's drowning in links ."
Parmis :" Oh, yes. I've read about it. I know its solution?"
Parmis : " Yes. You need some expert employees. My friends and I love erasing , plus we're expert on it. I erase my mathematics mistakes , ugly drawings and points. we'll help you and in return we want an interview with Uncle Larry, it's a good deal, isn't it?"
Uncle Sergey:" Yes. Help us, I'll talk to Larry later, some day he will accept the interview :)"
Parmis:" Do you want to trick me?"
Uncle Sergey: " me ?? no, I'll tell him. Believe me!"
Parmis:" All right!!"
Best Happiness
Best Happiness
M.T
M.T
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