Revenge is sweet
When I was little I had a pink bicycle I liked it too much and every day I went to the park and ride it. Sometimes my neighbour’s son sat on the bake and broke it. I started to cry and go home. Two years later I saw him with new bike and at night I broke his window and went home very happy. That was my little revenge.
The liar
He was always late when he stadied in the school. Once when he came late the teacher asked him why he came late, he confused and answered, that his grandmother was on the tree and the cat was left in the elevator.
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