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Hi Yasna, It 's Samantha, the associate you interviewed Friday for sales lead. Sorry for the extremely late email, this is the first chance I 've gotten to write you. Today I went by Children 's Place at Eastridge, and spoke with Diana. You had asked me to see what I noticed that was different from Eastridge and Valley Fair, and the first thing that I noticed when I walked in was how much smaller the store is compared to Valley Fair. I also noticed how there is less traffic coming through at Eastridge then there is at Valley fair.
Hi there, I am Deeauna Venatta and I am interested in the day time bartender position as seen as seen on Craigslist. Honestly, I love what I do. Over the past 10+years I have over had the opportunity of working in a diverse range of establishments and events. A more detailed, yet brief, summary of my experience and can be found in the attached resume.
Hi Vicki, A call was transferred to me earlier today and the person did not leave his area code. He was asking for Malpractice Insurance information for one of our attorneys. Do you by chance have his phone number? If he calls again, please let know and tell them I did not have the correct area code.
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Striding over towards her I put an end to the poor books misery. “Take it easy before you break something.” I warn her as I slide my backpack onto the ground and begin stuffing it with my overly heavy and rarely used books, allowing space for her to now put her beaten up Geometry book. “Well these lockers are so damn small,” She complains.
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Donna, Jenny, and I found a campsite to forage from. We had just ran out of gas so we left the car behind and walked. We found 3 old, rusty trailers(This is sensory detail and coordinating adjective) and a shaded porch! We might’ve just found the strand of hope we needed!
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Little Sisters Club Before kindergarten I was part of a neighborhood play group, complete with matching red baseball caps with our club name “The Little Sisters Club” embroidered across the front. We all had different family sizes, but what we all had in common was that we were the youngest of the bunch. We all looked at our siblings with admiration of their age and seeming independence, and simultaneous abhorrence for our bossy tormentors. We put up with wet willies, loogies hung over our faces, secret languages and constantly being excluded by signs that read; ‘NO GIRLS ALLOWED’.
“Kenden?” she said. “Renzo?” Kyra walked around the room, looking behind cardboard boxes that held new books. Some were still sealed with tape, others open, a thin layer of dust covering the books in them.