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Karo-lina-s [1.5K]
2 years ago
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On Friday night, right before Doug went home from his job as a cook, the restaurant manager

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Oliga [24]2 years ago
5 0
Doug needs to be honest with his manager. He could say that he doesn’t feel he has the proper skills right now to run a restaurant. He could also ask that she teaches him how to do the job, so he may be more confident in his ability to do it.
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When I was four, I lived with my mother and brothers and sisters in a small town on the island of Luzon. Father’s farm had been destroyed in 1918 by one of our sudden Philippine floods, so several years afterwards we all lived in the town though he preferred living in the country. We had as a next door neighbour a very rich man, whose sons and daughters seldom came out of the house. While we boys and girls played and sang in the sun, his children stayed inside and kept the windows closed. His house was so tall that his children could look in the window of our house and watched us played, or slept, or ate, when there was any food in the house to eat.

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