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1A.How much do you pay to get your duvet dry-cleaned?
1B. I'm not sure. I haven't had it cleaned for ages.
2A. Did you do the decorating yourself?
2B. Yes, but I got my sister to help me.
3A. Did you dye your hair yourself?
3B. No, I got my friend to do it for me.
4A. Have you had some new lights put in round the pool?
4B. Actually, I put them in myself.
5A. When did you get your car serviced last?
5B. I haven't had it done recently.
Let me know if you have any questions
Answer: It was about how people should be treated equally, no matter who they were, and everyone should have freedom to do as they please.
"... but hold it <em>like </em>a candle flame..."
The main idea of the poem is up to whoever, as poems are very subjective, however what I understand, the poem is about a forbidden love.
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My best friend, who I'll call "Frankie" for this, have been buddies for three or four years now. We've gotten to the point where we don't care if we know secrets about each other, and we don't care if we drink out of the same glass. Every time we hang out, there's nothing specific we do. We just...exist together. Sometimes we don't even talk, and that's okay. An example of this is one of the days we had gone to the dollar store down the street from each of our houses and spent all of our money on random little things. We went back to his house, went down into his basement, and recorded an episode of our own podcast. Nobody knows about the podcast, and nobody but us listens to it, and it's great! He fell asleep before me, and I stayed awake until the sun came up. I was just messing around on my computer and drinking one of the Arizona teas I bought until the sun came up. He woke up, we ate breakfast, and then I went home. A normal day and night for us, but it was worth it. We enjoyed ourselves, and in the end, that's all that matters.
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It does not make to carry a sense. A hundred cents in your pocket since it tears holes in the material. Does money have it's own special smell or scent?
