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She cried there among the flowers.
Her talents allowed her to be a little
lackadaisical with her schedule.
She needed to practice to meet
the criteria of the new project manager.
Everything new was different from
anything she had ever done before.
She knew it would seem challenging
do to the atmosphere she had been
involved with. Know thing wrong
with what she was doing but, a
struggling goat cheese maker
in a small town looking for big city
customers might not
think that where the Orchestra is they might find
people real people who with needs and wants are
have the means to buy and properly use
a product to showcase it's usages. But this woman
instead of being where she needed to be to ensure
her contract. She want six poncho's for fall.
So when they had limas sheared she'd put in her order.
For wool and meat. It was out of her way
shee needed to be in the city in 2 hours 
it would take three hours from
where she was so she called the
 Maestro?conducter(He is a Project
 Manager with a baton) and asked to
 postpone rehearsals until later in the day.
"Cosabella" I heard him say over the phone. 
"cosabella?" "you reposition me!" You
 be-ah here in 2 hour: I bizzy man!"
She looked to the guy driving the box 
truck they where in and told him next stop the city.
I was hungry: this guy was eating a fish
 wrap with a sourcreame and lemon
 and dill flatbread sandwich.
He said the fish was fried in beer batter.
 and the tartar sauce was sourcream and
 mayo? with leomons and dill. The other
 guy started mocking him in spanish. Dill 
do you fish? Huh-huh< he laughed I didn't
 know what he was talking about. Then when
 we got into the cty a fella told mnen the old
 man was talking naSTY IN SPANISH, HE SAID
 HE WANTED TO GIVE ME A BIG FRUITY KISS
 FOR LUCK BUT " THAT OLE FART RUINED THE MOOD!
sHE TOLD HIM i GOT THE PART BUT THIS 
IS STILLA ND AUDIETCION.
i KNOW KISS ME WILL YA
? sHE SAID AND THEY KISSED. wHEN i TOLD
 the woman at audeinction the story she asked me what diod the fellow say in the truck." He's my Propossio" she said Si? Si? Yeah, yeah they say>
She said I knew what he said I knew he was warning me he said.
" diill-or dill dough he faggot, he'd put maayo on diil-dough to keep you pretty Seniorita". Much thankful don't say! Then he laughed Huh-huh!
Merican Guy no-understandio. She play's the vihuela, guitarrón, and marimba.
She also sings so does the fellow, Years later thetwo married....
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