Unfortunately there were no tickets left for the match. It would be the most amazing thing in my life. But, I met a strange man, who told me, that he had one, only for me. And handed it in my arm. I tried to thanked him, but he already disappeared. I was confused. What I have to do? My internal thoughts were interrupted by mobile phone. I looked at the display. It was my Mum s number. - Hi, Mum! - Hi! Have you bought the tickets? Mum s voice was full of hope. - Yes, but... There is only one. I know, you love this team, so you have to go. The horrible noise impeded me to finish this conversation, but only for a minute I found HIS eyes in a crowd.
Realtor: How did you like the house on Twelfth Street? Client: Well, it's not as convenient as the apartment on Main Street. Realtor: That's true, the house is less convenient. Client: But the house is not as cramped as the apartment. Realtor: Yes, the house is more spacious. Client: I think there are (just) as many closets as in the apartment. Realtor: You're right. The closet space is the same. Client: The wallpaper in the apartment is not as shabby as in the house. Realtor: I know, but you could change the wallpaper in the house. Client: Hmm, the rent on the apartment is not as expensive as the house, but the house is much bigger. Oh, I can't decide. Can you show me something else?
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