Thursday, 14 February 2008


There is a big supermarket. It have eight floors.

The first of aliments.

The second of toys and books.

The third of masculine cloth.

The quarter of feminine cloth.

The fifth of complements for the home.

The sixth of things for animals.

The seventh furniture for the home.

And, finally, in the eighth floor a small decathlon.

The people liked to go to that supermarket, because there they always found the they want. There is a lots of things that you never know the that to root.The only thing that they don’t like from that supermarket was that it doesn’t have where to stop to rest. Then, when they arrived to the seventh floor, they sit in the sofas and the beds, then the people who want buy it they can’t.

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