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<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="1" width="100%" class="forumline"> <tr> <th class="thCornerL" width="22%" height="26">Autor</th> <th class="thCornerR">Wiadomość</th> </tr> <tr> <td width="22%" align="left" valign="top" class="row1"><span class="name"><a name=""></a><b>tiggs468vf</b></span></td> <td class="row1" height="28" valign="top"><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"> <tr> <td width="100%"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/xeon/images/icon_minipost.gif" width="12" height="9" alt="Post" title="Post" border="0" /><span class="postdetails">Wysłany: Pią 5:05, 27 Maj 2011<span class="gen"> </span> Temat postu: cool grey 11 What a Pulitzer Prize Winner do &#6531;</span></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><hr /></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2"><span class="postbody">Author Info <br /> <br />What a Pulitzer Prize Winner do ？ <br /><span style="color: #000080">By: Kinhomchan</span> <br />As a writer, I’ve felt that someday <a href="http://www.getjordanshoes.com/jordan_cool_grey" target="_blank" class="postlink">cool grey 11</a>, somewhere my work would touch people centers, arch,0 continents, knit generations. <br />One night, it did. <br />I'm at McKinley’s Tavern, sipping Amber Bock. The Blues Band is on a wreck. A small, aging,0 man sits two barstools abroad,0. <br />"I've got ten kids," he boasts. "And 2 grandbabies on the way. My youngest babe,0 is in the Army. I calculate the globe of that girl. Last five annuals, she’s been in Germany. " <br />"Does she shriek you?" <br />"Sometimes. But with her timetable and the period feud, we don't talk many anymore. " His lips tighten as he looks into his beer. "It costs a parcel to call over there. She tells me, 'Call collect, Dad. 'Anhui can't put that consumption on her. " <br />"Write a letter," I suggest. <br />"Can't clutch a pen," he says. "I've had four strokes. My arm is paralyzed. " To show me, he heaves the lifeless limb with his nice hand. <br />I grasp my journal, open apt a neat sheet, and angular,0 amenable, pen in hand. "What's her name?" <br />I see into his bloodshot eyes and ask, "Shall I begin with 'Dear Suzie,' 'Hi Suzie,’ or 'Suzie, how the heck are yak?'?" <br />"All of namely.” He cool,0, exhales smoke. <br />"Dear Suzie," I boring,0 repeat, again,0 pens the words. "You talk, I’ll write." <br />He receptions the morsel stub of his smoke into the small can ashtray, approaches as variant Camel, lights up and inhales. <br />"Tell her I'm down,0 to 1 pack a eat every day ...at the Senior Center. The edible is superb. Spaghetti, bread, ice lotion. All you can eat. “He adds with a chuckle, "Just no beer.” <br />I hear and write nonstop. <br />"Tell her I think the world of her. Tell her Jen and Dave are getting marital and Pat and Tim are getting divorced. <br />Tell her Uncle Wilbur namely still up on Doe Island, workin’ the attic,0 patch. That's area,0 always my kids grew up. " <br />As I listen, a kind of intimacy opens between the wizened-faced male and me. <br />"Tell her no to worry. I've got no grumbles. I disco every night I can. “His eyes sparkle.”Tell her to memorize <br />Grandpa Jones. He died jogging ―at 104. That gives me extra than twenty years. Tell think the world of her. <br />“His articulation,0 quivers. He gulps his beer, wipes his mouth. <br />Two empty lines remain aboard the second ancillary,0 of the paper. I pick up his limp arm, location my pen in his rigid hand, and squeeze his fingers. "You assurance,0 it," I urge. <br />To increase advantage,0, he couches his left hand around his writing hand. I watch him etch each stroke. The author,0 reads <br />"Jove Da. “I knew he method “Love, Dad. " The pen coils out of his hand. His appropriate,0 arm flops to his side. With his left arm, he alcove,0 a finger beneath his glasses, wipes a cut. <br />"Thanks," he says in a half-whisper, than clears his larynx. <br />"No big handle. I write in this diary every day. “I pat his shoulder and leave, saying, “When the Blues Band activities next Saturday, you bring Suzie's address. I'll bring a stamped envelope. " <br />On the course home, I wept. I knew I had just accounting,0 my Pulitzer Prize victor. <br />Shin and Barclay <br />Home | Family <br />tom Search</span></td> </tr> </table></td> </tr> <tr> <td colspan="2" height="1" class="spaceRow"><img src="http://picsrv.fora.pl/xeon/images/spacer.gif" alt="" width="1" height="1" /></td> </tr> </table>
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