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Originally Posted by Iridal
So if I live in a monastery that would make me ... a nun ? I'm not, sorry to dissapoint you 
Maybe refectory isn't the correct term, but it was the only word google translate offered. We call it a 'refter', but I guess 'place with tables and chairs where we eat our lunch' is more accurate  |
what, you're not a nun? how surprising
we call that specific place where people in the same school or company come to have meals is canteen. or a rougher translation, "eating house".
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Originally Posted by beppe
yeah. but the things that caused me to freak out was to fantasize about "nun" Iridal, from Ghent, with one of those white starch stiff head sets and flowing ankle length robes, going around in the slush on extra high heels, smiling invitingly to perfect strangers in front of shoe shops ...
read this Anh, you asked for it. Do you remember? |
no, I don't. This is a new part. New details you added to Iridal's tale of meeting her other half. Is it?
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Originally Posted by beppe
But this is atrocious! That new boss will not last for long. I might drop the word to a guy that I know that could make him an offer that he can't possibly refuse. No way.  |
you have been practising making compromises with your little girl, haven't you
or have you watched GodFather too much these days?
@wyndslash: oh you're a guru now! that's incredibly fast! Discovery's "How do they do it?" team would be interested in your progress