azhong wrote:In the coffee shop it was almost empty now. Nick, the shopkeeper, was standing by the water tank behind the bar at a corner of the room, cleaning cups and dishes. At another far corner in front of Nick sat two malemen, whom Nick was unfamiliar with. They were young. Their bodies were both well-shaped, with muscles from gyms. One was obviously less strong than the other, though. They chatted and teased each other, their voices being gentle.
Hearing the customers’ laughter rise a bit higher, Nick glanced up over the coffee mill. There, the less-stronger one was hitting his mate on the head with his fist. His mate, sitting straight and still, accepted this gift. Nick smiled and drew his attentionwent back to his cleaning. Cold, cozy water flowed down through Nick's fingers.
Time was not early.It was getting late. It was nice to callend the day off with them two of them, Nick thought. Tonight there would be no one’s chest towould be kneeled on. Nor would anyone be choked with both hands, nor would anyone’s head be hammered on the ground. Muscles should not be used for thosethat. Nor should pocket knives nor dirty barks nor injuries nor blood. Nor splinters of china to be cleared away. No more customers would enter, Nick guessed. He was ready to return home and, after a quick shower, stretched himself out on the bed. But Nick did not hurry; he took his time. He would not close his shop till after the couple had left. The china in the sink clanked very slightly once in a while.
The cafe was clean and light. The wood of the tables shone from wiping; the wooden chairs were carved and comfortable. Out from the loud-speakers it was playing a piece of piano jazz. Over the loudspeakers a piano jazz piece was playing. An aroma in the air, an aroma of coffee and cookies--that was the typical smell for most coffee shops. But Nick's small coffee house owned something else.
azhong wrote:Three questions about nor. My thanks in advance.
azhong wrote:Some of usyou have told me linguoboy was not being offensive to me, and I decided to reset my feelings, my thoughts, and then my response here.
azhong wrote:As you have seen, I am also just a learner in English[.]
france-eesti wrote:The kind of glass, or plastic pipe, that young people usually share in order to smoke weed, has the funny name of a bang in French.
linguoboy wrote:azhong wrote:Some of usyou have told me linguoboy was not being offensive to me...
azhong wrote:linguoboy wrote:azhong wrote:Some of usyou have told me linguoboy was not being offensive to me...
Some of us.
azhong wrote:He fried a few strips of bacon, toasted two slices of bread, poured a glass of milk, and sat down and ate breakfast.
france-eesti wrote:Osias wondered why he always had to pour the milk before the Kahlúa, then he remembered the weird client with the large hat didn't order a White Russian.
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