The above sentences that sounded like a tongue twister were learnt from a colleague of mine. She was the kind of
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Floral oil painting so just because I was an eccentric too. I hadn’t been familiar with Sylvia, this colleague of mine. Working in the same section as we were, we had quite different tasks. We seldom talked except for business. When we met, we would spare each other a ritual smile, which disappeared as soon as we turned about. So far as I could see, we had very few in common. She was tall and a little plump while I was quite lean and much shorter. She often listened to fierce Rock-and-Roll while blues was my favorite. She would absorb herself in sci-fi, but I am more interested in
Landscape oil painting romance. She had a caring boyfriend who waited for her after work everyday, and I unfortunately remained unattached. In short, we had different taste, interest and styles of life. I fancied our few similarities were our names and identity. Her name was Sylvia and my name was Silver,whose pronunciations sounded a little close. Sylvia came from a small village in West China, and I drifted to S city
Nude oil paintingfrom a southeastern middle-sized city. Neither of us was a member of this modern city. The
Seascape oil painting salary we got was satisfactory; we were just outsiders without definite future, though.