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22. Russell left as he was feeling consumed

Russell left as he was feeling consumed. Ted sat with his projects to figure out how he could and structure the PART 2 of The Ted Story. 


Thinking about the rapprochement and jokes he had had with Russell, he was working out in the back of his mind how the PART 2 layout might look like. 


Yes. That's right, Ted said to himself. The PART 2 will be The Patrick Primary -- the real structural and semantic part of the language -- to drive the nail home. The Ted story will be mostly for PhD, MSc, BSc dirt of things -- especially for foreign students to learn how znd to use direct suites, and how and when quite efficiently, to reference paraphrased text. Paraphrasing could be taught from referenced text from the Ted Story. That'd be targeting several birds with one stone. Learning to paraphrase, and leaning how to use the axonometric perspective in the language. Several hours have passed. Suddenly there has been a knock on the door. Ted was a little startled at the untimely interruption in the middle of his contemplated mixing, a sudden wrapping disaster.


Russell peaked through the door with two cups of coffee, and on the tray he had some biscuits, Ted, I saw the lights. Your doors weren't ...

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