One day while I was driving, Angelina said, “There is a golden hair on my seat.” She threw it to the back before I could have a look.
“Only two kinds of creatures can leave a golden hair here,” I said after a while.
“What, Daddy?”
“First, a beautiful lady.”
“And?” Angelina eyed at me.
“Or it may be a Pekingese.”
“Cookie!” she jumped.
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About me
- Vincent Wong
- Vincent is a teaching staff at The Chinese University of Hong Kong. He is indebted to all who have taught him, and would like to pass the knowledge on.
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