My family consists of very good dressers. My father always wears the very same type of lined shirt over a plain white t-shirt. My mother dresses for the occasion with fine scarves or warm sweaters. I have a changing style, with a preference towards lined over shirts, similar to my father. As any sensible teenager, I also use a variety of t-shirts. While I and my father may care not of our fashion sense, my mother is always bringing our attention to our consistently uncaring appearance. After all, a family cannot be represented by two who look as if they had slept in their clothes the past three nights. No, it must show three who truly show the values of the family. Three who choose the perfect getup. Not three with clothes like crumpled paper and appearances of a dog who had jumped into a pile of trash.
The lazy man always works double they said!
He sat there with his drink. He tilted back his head. Had enough time to think? He pulled the umbrella over himself I'll do it later he exclaimed! His drink rested on a shelf. The others began to blame. He closed his eyes. They tore down their work. In the evening he started to rise. The foreman smirked. Do it all over again, I'll be here at ten. |
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