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Date Posted: 11:19:22 01/04/01 Thu
Author: Sirod Nayrb
Subject: Preface

I take a deep breath after hanging up the phone. It's 2:30 p.m., and the postman have just delivered the mail. Besides the commerical, I can find a card from my son. There is a heart filled with red colour on the cover, and also you can see my first name and his own name inside the card clearly.
All of these are finished by himself(I think). To his 7 years only, that's really great and hard to do.

The heart is unkindly red , just like the red meet the black accidentally. He may not control the brush well, so......

Today is my first time to do it, but I am really. I don't know whether I can finish it sucessfully, and when I can teach my son to hold the brush correctly. Am I worrying? No,
I'm not. I'm not , I'm not. Right ? Yes, I'm not.

2:40 p.m., I gotta go, otherwise I'll late.
I hate others know I'm always late.

(...to be continued)

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