Every other day I see a boy in the bus to Rotterdam. There's something about him and I can't put my finger on it... He's not like other guys. He looks foreign, lonely. He's always wearing dark clothes and a dark red shawl. He looks like he has an immense intelligence somehow. When he walks it doesn't look like walking; more like... floating. He has
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Even if you don't get the job, trying won't hurt. :)
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I guess you're right about the job... thanks :)
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