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This is a cold evening. I came to the house of my grandfather, because I had a winter break in school. We
sat down on the chairs, and my grampa started to tell me a story. I thought, "This is going to be a story about war,
like always". My grampa fought in the war between the North and the South, that's why his stories are always about war.
I wasn't right. This tory was about his biggest love. My grandfather was from the North; this woman he met was
from the South. He fought in the South to meet her there. She was beautiful and her name was Diana. Whe
the war was over, my grampa had to go back home. He cried because he had to say "goodbye" to his true love. After
a couple of months, my grandfather couldn't forget her, and he always thought about her. One day, when he walked out
of his house, he saw her. She asked him, "Would you marry me?" My grampa cried again, and said, "Of course".
This woman is now my grandmother.
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It's winter in the Rocky Mountains. The high peaks are
covered with a beautiful white snow. Everything is frozen, except for the small stream at the bottom of the mountains.
Far away, there is a log cabin and a barn. There is a light in the cabin. Someone has a fire going in the fireplace.
In the distance, I see two cowboys, or hunters, riding horses. Why do they have three horses? The third horse
is carrying something on its back. Are they going hunting or maybe heading for the fields? It would be a long
trip for them. Maybe they will be gone for a few days.
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Yesterday when I went grocery shopping, the Supermarket was filled with
people. A big sale was going on. Because it was the afternoon and there was no school, a lot of moms brought their
children with them. Some of the kids were running around while thier moms were busy shopping. Two little hooligans
dropped some cans on the floor and made a huge mess. The woman at register # 8 was very frustrated because one of the
customers was checking out a lot of groceries at the express lane. This little incident created a long line of unhappy
shoppers behind her.
At the exit, I met my neighbor, Mrs. Smith. She was there with her son, John. John, like
always, was begging for a quarter to buy a piece of bubblegum. After spending a 1/2 an hour in line, I said to myself,
"Learn your lesson, Irina, and never go shopping in the afternoon, on the day when there is no school.
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