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The New Middle Class

The new middle-class I’m making a soup the house smells of garlic they tell me, in building, I use too much of this delicious onion here in Portugal were all meals has garlic as an ingredient. But I do as I please, they can close a window or off. I do not belong here in an apartment building with snobs who thinks they have reached, the middle-class status they? Where striving to get a foothold. There are three lifts two for people and one for cargo, and workers I take that lift because it is mostly empty. Many of the dwellers in this block are Portuguese and have been working in France in a shared flat to save for this, and kudos to them, but it is a mistake to look down on the locals, by being rude; you are a stuck- lot remember where you came from.

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