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This is the shirt.
Now I’m ill I walk around here in the sweater. The whole day.

Underneath it the shirt.

I said to the man: I’m selling a lot of your beers.

He was not eager to give me the sweater. He’d rather given it to the bartender standing next to me.

The bartender said: Well, I’m not gonna wear it, you know that for sure. But Ton will.

He still hesitated.

Actually, I’m wearing it every day.
It’s nearly worn out.

If somebody’s coming, I’m taking it off to hide it somewhere.

People shouldn’t see how filthy I am.

I’m gonna wear the T underneath it.



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