Owing to work away from home, I always get up from the airport rental Brigham eats staff to go to work on time at 6:00. On time airport staff 5:30 pm I was cycling to work as usual squabbling about 1 kilometers from the world suddenly broken piece can not ride bikes and down the stairs. Suu okay it's not yet open. I came down and led has a distance of 100 meters to the front of the store, which is preparing to open a place for rent Texas bull, and I asked him, "brothers bike I damage do you can do it" than look and said, "do not help," I said, "why" than "do not do anything to find somewhere else to go," and then I told the upswing wheel forward, filled with despair and small for yourself why I was so. 200 meters place to another, but not yet opened, but I stopped and sat there until 7pm over that time than on a motorbike came and asked me, "wheel's wrong Ning" I have spoken to over the "do not belong because no cars moving." I took the wheel to come home because did not know how to do. Now I know that his son peasant in Phnom Penh is difficult kind of time paid for schools, and the wheels were damaged stop and money in themselves, no. If job as Treasury desk in the restaurant Nile Useful made one day live one day. How does the money come from? I should do? Why is my life such an inferior product?
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