"Why have you not returned my novel?" I asked when I called her yesterday.
"If you do not come to see me at home, I will not return the novel," she replied.
"Okay, I will come," I said.
She has not been to work since last Monday, because she has been seeing the dentist.
Her younger sister told me that the left part of her narrow jaw was swollen and she had been in pains. I have already called her to wish her well.
I kept my word and saw her at home last night.
The black beauty was sweating in the house of poverty.
She even had the strength to cook for her family.
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