When I was at my late twenties, I had a student for private English
lessons. I was teaching him at our home which I lived with my parents.
He was a teenager, and was attending to a school nearby.
Someday he was really late for the session, and because then we
didn’t have cell phones so common as today, I had no means to call him
and ask where he was.
He was one hour late already, so I decided leave home. But as soon as
I stepped through the door, he was there with a black eye, and with Continue reading
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