Mail Of The Personal Computer
by keithpaugh
Back in February I was a tour guide in Utah for a group of eleven Japanese students. This email came from one of them after he arrived back in Japan. This chubby kid was nineteen, a little socially awkward, and I didn’t understand a single word he said the entire two weeks he was here. I don’t understand a word of his email either.
– Tom Dayton
It safely arrived at Japan. It is in home now.
The answer not breathed in was delayed. There was no time to send the parents’ family mail
by the tiredness of the arrival part-time job.
It was two weeks that were with Tom too terrible and
happy though had not been spoken English.
Hereafter, it makes an effort to speak English more.
Here must be going slowly it is to have already attached to sleep at
midnight.
Then, good evening.
It is not to report from myself too much by me
Let’s E-mail by all means
each other.
I was going to reply with the mail of the personal
computer.
From Nao
i was going to reply with the comment of the personal computer . . . but i couldnt get the computer to speak to me. . . we had a fight . . .