yurayurateikokuさんの おぼえた日記 - 2024年12月7日(土)

I can’t remember my third-grade teacher’s name.
Sam and I could go on for hours telling stories from high school.
Let me tell you the story of the time I saw a U.F.O.
Mos of the campus has been rebuilt but the old cafeteria still remains.

He runs an Indian restaurant.

Hi, Barbara. How’s it going?
Fine, Yoshi. Yoshi is your name, right?
Yes, thanks for remembering it.
I didn’t. You’re wearing your office ID.
Oh. By the way, who was that older man you were talking to?
Older man? Oh, you mean Depak? He runs an Indian restaurant, a really good one.
You like Indian food.
Doesn’t everybody?
I guess so.

He runs an Indian restaurant.
I walk every day.
I walk my dog every day.
The door opened.
He opened the door.
She was standing.
I cannot stand any more.

I don’t like to run. I get tired very easily.
My aunt runs a kindergarten. She is great with children.
Please don’t call me Billy. I can’t stand that nickname. My name is Bill.