A Sad Story
“Please, Mr. Bill, you don’t know how much this would mean to me that you could do this. My father and I used to listen to this band at the time when I was a child, and it brings me such good memories. Please, I took it as a good sign that I found the record today. Can you understand that?” she pleaded.
“Well, why don’t you get your dad to buy you the record album, sweety,” he said and shrugged his shoulders again, “I can guarantee you that my buddy is a bigger fan than yours.” “Because I haven’t seen my father in over 15 years she cried.”