the glass was empty.
don’t underestimate me, bob warned.
don’t tell me what to do with my life, nicky repied.
it’s cold outside, you understand that, don’t you?
i heard that.
nothing had prepared bob for this moment.
he was not accustomed to people telling him what to do.
nobody had ever told nicky the truth about her origins.
night had fallen quietly while noreen was reading her novel.
it was cold outside.
when she resumed her reading, bob was still angry.
you think it’s funny, don’t you? he asked nicky.
don’t tell me what to do with my life, she repeated.
noreen sighed - this was starting to get boring - she decided to skip ahead.
you all think it is so funny, don’t you? bob asked yet again.
make mine a double, sam declared.
nobody has ever told the poor child about her origins,
and my glass is empty,.
i do not care how underestimated you think you are.
the wrong side of the tracks - what an old-fashioned expression!
they all kept telling each other what to do with their lives.
noreen put the book down and went into the kitchenette.
you’re a hard man, henry.
my glass is empty.
the bear wandered into the parking lot of the burger king.
it was cold oiyside but it looked warm inside.
i think the joke is on you.
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