Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Unusual Facts About Riple X Syndrome

A STORY A STORY A STORY


changing lanes


Mary was ten years in an office tedious and boring, the same routine every day, every day the same comments, but what did you want? He worked for what I studied, administrative, professional training, "few people could say the same, but over the years realized that maybe this was not the best for her. Inertia made him continue, he could not risk to leave the job running times.
One day, walking through the streets of the city stood on a window of a toy store, although he had grown older, the toys were something that were fascinating, their colors, the mechanisms of those talking dolls, or robots dancing or jumping to the beat of your palms. At that time did not look anything like that, watching the frenzy of a wooden kitchenette all the utensils necessary for its proper functioning, pots, pans, closets and even cooker, we, at last. Beside her, a girl she watched spellbound as the marvelous could not take his eyes off it. Mary noticed their presence and stared enviously healthy: How beautiful!, She can enjoy the beauty. After a while, he was pensive as he watched the girl, and came up with something that perhaps he always had in his subconscious: "And if I put a toy store? Of course that's what I'll do!, Although the money, maybe if you ask for a loan, or perhaps if you seek a partner. The partner was difficult; first prove to the bank. The next day he asked permission to leave for a moment and went to a branch, he explained his idea and agreed with his fixed salary, but in case it told one of her classmates and the least expected it was also decided. Mounted their toy store and although they cost a little start, end the thing was running, and Mary came to the conclusion that despite everything, not having a fixed salary and sometimes even go looking for balance, this is what she always wanted, at last I was happy with what I did and the most beautiful, make the dream of many children.

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