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All of you keep me for a assignment and school assignment. Wait until you answer what I really do. It's been 12 years since I broke the class in the 10th grade. And these people still see me as the young one who couldn't understand the simple rules. When I heard of the class meeting that Stefan in a chic hotel organized, I thought it would be nice to see what everyone would do today. I had to stay at home better. At this moment, when I went through this door, the door was closed. Is that really him? I can't believe that he actually arrived. He put me on the assignment table in the back corner next to the kitchen doors, while the doctors and nurses were sitting in front of me. We do later a presentation about every man's career with Stefan. And he started with nothing at all. Now, what about every man's career? The whole room was empty. I saw him in my room. He had all the other employees and employees. He thought, "I'd probably have had it from the couch lying on the floor." Stefan began his presentation about every man's success and overcame our table completely. Now let us hear our success stories. He wrote a request to the other man. "The doctors and nurses are in trouble." "I'll take care of you." "My people are not just for the traditional way." He said, "I'll take care of you." "That's why the picture is so important." Sabine was talking about her table over there. "Hey, my company needs a housemate, if you're looking for a job." "No decision." She laughed as if she wanted to get a job. Thomas took me to the house on the side. "Listen, buddy, my boss always needs help. He's pressing me in his hand for 20 years now." "For your training today, heavy time without a picture." "I got the money." Stefan took care of the microphone again. Before eating, I'd like to show you something important. He projected our class photo from the 10th class with a huge red file that shows up on my empty room. As soon as he showed up, the line was gone to every man's university. And as soon as he looked through, he looked out more. "Hey, I didn't see you working on the table." Someone asked me, "I had worked somewhere in the neighborhood for years." "But I only took my shoulder." "My boss needed a mat for help." He said, "Oh, sorry. I forgot to talk to you." The barkeeper sent me more drinks. But I realized that he didn't start with me. Not with people like everyone else, but with something else. He had marines tattoos on both underarms and old brands on the table. He always looked at his hands again.