.... Makluqut redden in bewilderment, saying ‘sorry, sorry’ in high-pitch and apologize manner to overwhelming my voice, as if I am cursing him. And I stop to adage any more.
You guess me wrong.
He offer me a stick of my brand, for which I came down here from my fifth floor flat without lift, I fired to smoke and he said, ‘No, my estimation was:’ Makluquar briefs, ‘without writing or reading fantasy or novel how a man can smoke about two packets, mean forty cigarettes a day! And I saw a Laptop computer with you. So I Guess, you must be a Journalist.’
Smoking his gift, I answered coolly, `no I am a writer.’
Writer, then what you write? ....
.... Makluqut redden in bewilderment, saying ‘sorry, sorry’ in high-pitch and apologize manner to overwhelming my voice, as if I am cursing him. And I stop to adage any more.
You guess me wrong.
He offer me a stick of my brand, for which I came down here from my fifth floor flat without lift, I fired to smoke and he said, ‘No, my estimation was:’ Makluquar briefs, ‘without writing or reading fantasy or novel how a man can smoke about two packets, mean forty cigarettes a day! And I saw a Laptop computer with you. So I Guess, you must be a Journalist.’
Smoking his gift, I answered coolly, `no I am a writer.’
Writer, then what you write? ....
