191. A RIDE TO THE AIRPORT
⧧⧝⧧. āĻŦāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ¤ā§āϰāĻž āĻĻ⧇āĻ“ā§ŸāĻž


Jon: Hey, can you give me a ride to the airport?
āϜāύ: āĻšā§‡āχ, āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāĻŋāĻŽāĻžāύāĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧇ āύāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āϝ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŦ⧇?


Leon: When?
āϞāĻŋāĻ“āύ: āĻ•āĻ–āύ?


Jon: Tomorrow morning.
āϜāύ: āφāĻ—āĻžāĻŽā§€āĻ•āĻžāϞ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇āĨ¤


Leon: I’m sorry, but my car is in the shop.
āϞāĻŋāĻ“āύ: āĻĻ⧁āσāĻ–āĻŋāϤ, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ—āĻžā§œāĻŋ āĻŽā§‡āϰāĻžāĻŽāϤ⧇āϰ āĻĻā§‹āĻ•āĻžāύ⧇ āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤


Jon: How long has it been in the shop?
āϜāύ: āĻ•āϤāĻĻāĻŋāύ āϧāϰ⧇ āĻāϟāĻž āĻŽā§‡āϰāĻžāĻŽāϤ⧇āϰ āĻĻā§‹āĻ•āĻžāύ⧇ āφāϛ⧇?


Leon: A couple of days.
āϞāĻŋāĻ“āύ: āĻ•ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ•āĻĻāĻŋāύāĨ¤


Jon: That’s interesting.
āϜāύ: āĻāϟāĻž āĻŽāϜāĻžāϰ āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāĻĒāĻžāϰāĨ¤


Leon: What’s interesting?
āϞāĻŋāĻ“āύ: āϕ⧀ āĻŽāϜāĻžāϰ?


Jon: I saw you washing your car this morning.
āϜāύ: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āφāϜ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻ—āĻžā§œāĻŋ āϧ⧁āϤ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤


Leon: You did? I’m sorry I lied. I just hate morning traffic.
āϞāĻŋāĻ“āύ: āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻŋ? āĻĻ⧁āσāĻ–āĻŋāϤ, āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŽāĻŋāĻĨā§āϝāĻž āĻŦāϞ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁ āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇āϰ āĻŸā§āϰāĻžāĻĢāĻŋāĻ• āĻĒāĻ›āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻ•āϰāĻŋ āύāĻžāĨ¤


Jon: You always try to get out of helping me.
āϜāύ: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ¯ā§āϝ āĻ•āϰāĻž āĻā§œāĻžāύ⧋āϰ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧋āĨ¤

192. FRIDAY NIGHT PARTY
⧧⧝⧍. āĻļ⧁āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϰāĻžāϤ⧇āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāĻŋ


Josie: Let’s go to the party.
āĻœā§‹āϏāĻŋ: āϚāϞ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāĻŋāϤ⧇ āϝāĻžāχāĨ¤


Sophia: I don’t feel like it.
āϏ⧋āĻĢāĻŋ⧟āĻž: āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϝ⧇āϤ⧇ āχāĻšā§āϛ⧇ āĻ•āϰāϛ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤


Josie: Why? It’s Friday night.
āĻœā§‹āϏāĻŋ: āϕ⧇āύ? āφāϜ āϤ⧋ āĻļ⧁āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŦāĻžāϰ āϰāĻžāϤāĨ¤


Sophia: I want to watch movies in my pajamas.
āϏ⧋āĻĢāĻŋ⧟āĻž: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒāĻžā§ŸāϜāĻžāĻŽāĻž āĻĒāϰ⧇ āϏāĻŋāύ⧇āĻŽāĻž āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāχāĨ¤


Josie: Come on. Brad is going to be there.
āĻœā§‹āϏāĻŋ: āϚāϞ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻŦā§āĻ°ā§āϝāĻžāĻĄāĻ“ āϏ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŦ⧇āĨ¤


Sophia: Ok. I’ll go for an hour.
āϏ⧋āĻĢāĻŋ⧟āĻž: āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ• āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ āϝāĻžāĻŦāĨ¤



193. A NEW HAIRSTYLE
ā§§ā§¯ā§Š. āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻšā§‡ā§ŸāĻžāϰāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāχāϞ


Janice: You need a new look.
āĻœā§āϝāĻžāύāĻŋāϏ: āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āύāϤ⧁āύ āϞ⧁āĻ• āĻĻāϰāĻ•āĻžāϰāĨ¤


Diane: What’s wrong with my look?
āĻĄāĻžā§ŸāĻžāύ: āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϞ⧁āϕ⧇ āϏāĻŽāĻ¸ā§āϝāĻž āϕ⧀?


Janice: You should cut your hair. It’s old–fashioned.
āĻœā§āϝāĻžāύāĻŋāϏ: āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϚ⧁āϞ āĻ•āĻžāϟāϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤ āĻāϟāĻž āĻĒ⧁āϰ⧋āύ⧋ āϧāĻžāρāĻšā§‡āϰāĨ¤


Diane: I like my long hair.
āĻĄāĻžā§ŸāĻžāύ: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŽā§āĻŦāĻž āϚ⧁āϞ āĻĒāĻ›āĻ¨ā§āĻĻ āĻ•āϰāĻŋāĨ¤


Janice: Try something new.
āĻœā§āϝāĻžāύāĻŋāϏ: āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻšā§‡āĻˇā§āϟāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧋āĨ¤


Diane: I’m afraid to.
āĻĄāĻžā§ŸāĻžāύ: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϭ⧟ āĻĒāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤


Janice: It’s just hair. It will grow back.
āĻœā§āϝāĻžāύāĻŋāϏ: āĻāϟāĻž āϤ⧋ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁ āϚ⧁āϞāĨ¤ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻ—āϜāĻžāĻŦ⧇āĨ¤


Diane: Maybe I will. It’s hard to maintain this long hair.
āĻĄāĻžā§ŸāĻžāύ: āĻšā§ŸāϤ⧋ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤ āĻāϤ āϞāĻŽā§āĻŦāĻž āϚ⧁āϞ āϰāĻžāĻ–āĻž āĻ•āĻ āĻŋāύāĨ¤


Janice: Let’s go to the salon now.
āĻœā§āϝāĻžāύāĻŋāϏ: āϚāϞ āĻāĻ–āύāχ āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϞāύ⧇ āϝāĻžāχāĨ¤


Diane: Ok. You talked me into it.
āĻĄāĻžā§ŸāĻžāύ: āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϰāĻžāϜāĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻĢ⧇āϞ⧇āĻ›āĨ¤



194. GETTING A MOTORCYCLE
⧧⧝ā§Ē. āĻŽā§‹āϟāϰāϏāĻžāχāϕ⧇āϞ āϕ⧇āύāĻž


David: I’m thinking about getting a motorcycle.
āĻĄā§‡āĻ­āĻŋāĻĄ: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻŽā§‹āϟāϰāϏāĻžāχāϕ⧇āϞ āύ⧇āĻ“ā§ŸāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤


Sheila: Are you crazy? Motorcycles are dangerous.
āĻļāĻŋāϞāĻž: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻĒāĻžāĻ—āϞ? āĻŽā§‹āϟāϰāϏāĻžāχāϕ⧇āϞ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĒāĻœā§āϜāύāĻ•āĨ¤


David: I’ll be careful.
āĻĄā§‡āĻ­āĻŋāĻĄ: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻžāĻŦāϧāĻžāύ⧇ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŦāĨ¤


Sheila: I really wish you would not get one.
āĻļāĻŋāϞāĻž: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻŋāχ āϚāĻžāχ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāϟāĻž āύāĻž āύāĻžāĻ“āĨ¤


David: Why? What’s the problem?
āĻĄā§‡āĻ­āĻŋāĻĄ: āϕ⧇āύ? āϏāĻŽāĻ¸ā§āϝāĻž āϕ⧀?


Sheila: I would be worried all the time.
āĻļāĻŋāϞāĻž: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āϚāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻžā§Ÿ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŦāĨ¤


David: Ok. I won’t get one. I’ll find something else to do.
āĻĄā§‡āĻ­āĻŋāĻĄ: āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āύ⧇āĻŦ āύāĻžāĨ¤ āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤



195. LET’S SELL OUR HOUSE
⧧⧝ā§Ģ. āϚāϞ āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻŋ


Carl: Let’s sell the house.
āĻ•āĻžāĻ°ā§āϞ: āϚāϞ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻŋāĨ¤


Wendy: Why? I love this house.
āĻ“ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻŋ: āϕ⧇āύ? āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāχ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϟāĻž āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻŋāĨ¤


Carl: It’s too much work to take care of.
āĻ•āĻžāĻ°ā§āϞ: āĻāϟāĻž āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāĻļā§‹āύāĻž āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻ•āĻžāϜ āϞāĻžāϗ⧇āĨ¤


Wendy: We raised four kids in this house.
āĻ“ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻŋ: āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāχ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāϰāϜāύ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻžāύ āĻŦ⧜ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤


Carl: They’re all grown up now.
āĻ•āĻžāĻ°ā§āϞ: āĻāĻ–āύ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϏāĻŦāĻžāχ āĻŦ⧜ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤


Wendy: There would be no memories in a new house.
āĻ“ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻŋ: āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻŦāĻžā§œāĻŋāϤ⧇ āϏ⧇āχ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āĻŦ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤


Carl: We would make new memories.
āĻ•āĻžāĻ°ā§āϞ: āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋ āϤ⧈āϰāĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻŦāĨ¤


Wendy: I really don’t want to move, Carl.
āĻ“ā§Ÿā§‡āĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻŋ: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻŋāχ āϝ⧇āϤ⧇ āϚāĻžāχ āύāĻž, āĻ•āĻžāĻ°ā§āϞāĨ¤


Carl: Ok. I understand. You talked me out of it.
āĻ•āĻžāĻ°ā§āϞ: āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āφāϛ⧇āĨ¤ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦ⧁āĻā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āϰāĻžāϜāĻŋ āĻ•āϰāĻŋā§Ÿā§‡ āĻĻāĻŋāϞ⧇ āύāĻžāĨ¤



196. AMAZING MAGIC TRICK
⧧⧝ā§Ŧ. āĻ…āϏāĻžāϧāĻžāϰāĻŖ āϜāĻžāĻĻ⧁āϰ āĻ•ā§ŒāĻļāϞ


Carol: Did you see that?
āĻ•ā§āϝāĻžāϰāϞ: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āϏ⧇āϟāĻž āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧇āĻ›?


Ron: Yes. It was an amazing magic trick.
āϰāύ: āĻšā§āϝāĻžāρāĨ¤ āĻāϟāĻž āĻ…āϏāĻžāϧāĻžāϰāĻŖ āϜāĻžāĻĻ⧁ āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Carol: It looked so real.
āĻ•ā§āϝāĻžāϰāϞ: āĻāϟāĻž āĻāϤ āĻŦāĻžāĻ¸ā§āϤāĻŦ āϞāĻžāĻ—āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Ron: It did, but it was just magic.
āϰāύ: āĻšā§āϝāĻžāρ, āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻāϟāĻž āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁ āϜāĻžāĻĻ⧁ āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Carol: Are you sure?
āĻ•ā§āϝāĻžāϰāϞ: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻļā§āϚāĻŋāϤ?


Ron: Yes. Don’t believe everything you see.
āϰāύ: āĻšā§āϝāĻžāρāĨ¤ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻž āĻĻ⧇āĻ–ā§‹ āϏāĻŦāĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏ āϕ⧋āϰ⧋ āύāĻžāĨ¤



197. THE SURPRISE PARTY
⧧⧝⧭. āϏāĻžāϰāĻĒā§āϰāĻžāχāϜ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāĻŋ


Lisa: Did you see Jan’s face?
āϞāĻŋāϏāĻž: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻœā§āϝāĻžāύ⧇āϰ āĻŽā§āĻ– āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧇āĻ›?


Larry: Yes. She looked very surprised.
āϞāĻžāϰāĻŋ: āĻšā§āϝāĻžāρāĨ¤ āϏ⧇ āϖ⧁āĻŦ āĻ…āĻŦāĻžāĻ• āϞāĻžāĻ—āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Lisa: She is faking it.
āϞāĻŋāϏāĻž: āϏ⧇ āĻ…āĻ­āĻŋāύ⧟ āĻ•āϰāϛ⧇āĨ¤


Larry: What do you mean?
āϞāĻžāϰāĻŋ: āĻŽāĻžāύ⧇ āϕ⧀?


Lisa: She knew about the surprise party.
āϞāĻŋāϏāĻž: āϏ⧇ āϏāĻžāϰāĻĒā§āϰāĻžāχāϜ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āϟāĻŋāϰ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āφāϗ⧇ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇āχ āϜāĻžāύāϤāĨ¤


Larry: How do you know?
āϞāĻžāϰāĻŋ: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϕ⧀āĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āϜāĻžāύāϞ⧇?


Lisa: Betty accidentally told her about it.
āϞāĻŋāϏāĻž: āĻŦ⧇āϟāĻŋ āϭ⧁āϞ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϞ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤


Larry: Are you sure? She looked really surprised to me.
āϞāĻžāϰāĻŋ: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āύāĻŋāĻļā§āϚāĻŋāϤ? āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻžāϛ⧇ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻŋāχ āĻ…āĻŦāĻžāĻ• āϞāĻžāĻ—āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Lisa: She’s a great actress.
āϞāĻŋāϏāĻž: āϏ⧇ āĻĻāĻžāϰ⧁āĻŖ āĻ…āĻ­āĻŋāύ⧇āĻ¤ā§āϰ⧀āĨ¤


Larry: I guess you can’t believe everything you see.
āϞāĻžāϰāĻŋ: āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšā§Ÿ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻž āĻĻ⧇āĻ–ā§‹ āϏāĻŦ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏ āĻ•āϰāĻž āϝāĻžā§Ÿ āύāĻžāĨ¤



198. A BORING MOVIE
ā§§ā§¯ā§Ž. āĻāĻ•āĻ˜ā§‡ā§Ÿā§‡ āϏāĻŋāύ⧇āĻŽāĻž


Lisa: I can’t understand why everyone wants to see this movie.
āϞāĻŋāϏāĻž: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦ⧁āĻāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻ›āĻŋ āύāĻž āϏāĻŦāĻžāχ āϕ⧇āύ āĻāχ āϏāĻŋāύ⧇āĻŽāĻž āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āϚāĻžā§ŸāĨ¤


Julie: It’s really funny.
āϜ⧁āϞāĻŋ: āĻāϟāĻž āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻŋāχ āĻŽāϜāĻžāϰāĨ¤


Lisa: It’s not funny at all.
āϞāĻŋāϏāĻž: āĻāϟāĻž āĻŽā§‹āĻŸā§‡āĻ“ āĻŽāϜāĻžāϰ āύāĻžāĨ¤


Julie: Have you seen it?
āϜ⧁āϞāĻŋ: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻāϟāĻž āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧇āĻ›?


Lisa: Yes. It was boring.
āϞāĻŋāϏāĻž: āĻšā§āϝāĻžāρāĨ¤ āĻāϟāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋāĻ•āϰ āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Julie: You don’t have a sense of humor.
āϜ⧁āϞāĻŋ: āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻšāĻžāĻ¸ā§āϝāϰāϏ⧇āϰ āĻŦā§‹āϧ āύ⧇āχāĨ¤



199. TAKING SIDES
⧧⧝⧝. āĻĒāĻ•ā§āώ āύ⧇āĻ“ā§ŸāĻž


Kelly: I can’t understand why everyone is so mad at John.
āϕ⧇āϞāĻŋ: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦ⧁āĻāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻ›āĻŋ āύāĻž āϏāĻŦāĻžāχ āϜāύ⧇āϰ āωāĻĒāϰ āĻāϤ āϰ⧇āϗ⧇ āϕ⧇āύāĨ¤


Fiona: He was rude to Tom.
āĻĢāĻŋāĻ“āύāĻž: āϏ⧇ āϟāĻŽā§‡āϰ āϏāĻžāĻĨ⧇ āĻ…āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰ āφāϚāϰāĻŖ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤


Kelly: I don’t think he was rude.
āϕ⧇āϞāĻŋ: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āϰāĻŋ āύāĻž āϏ⧇ āĻ…āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰ āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Fiona: He said mean things to Tom.
āĻĢāĻŋāĻ“āύāĻž: āϏ⧇ āϟāĻŽāϕ⧇ āĻ–āĻžāϰāĻžāĻĒ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞ⧇āϛ⧇āĨ¤


Kelly: Tom asked John a question.
āϕ⧇āϞāĻŋ: āϟāĻŽ āϜāύāϕ⧇ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻĒā§āϰāĻļā§āύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Fiona: John didn’t have to be so honest.
āĻĢāĻŋāĻ“āύāĻž: āϜāύ⧇āϰ āĻāϤāϟāĻž āϏāϰāĻžāϏāϰāĻŋ āĻšāĻ“ā§ŸāĻžāϰ āĻĻāϰāĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻ›āĻŋāϞ āύāĻžāĨ¤


Kelly: John was just telling the truth.
āϕ⧇āϞāĻŋ: āϜāύ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝ āĻŦāϞāĻ›āĻŋāϞāĨ¤


Fiona: Sometimes the truth is painful.
āĻĢāĻŋāĻ“āύāĻž: āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝ āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ āĻĻā§‡ā§ŸāĨ¤


Kelly: Then you shouldn’t ask questions.
āϕ⧇āϞāĻŋ: āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧇ āĻĒā§āϰāĻļā§āύ āĻ•āϰāĻž āωāϚāĻŋāϤ āύāĻžāĨ¤


Fiona: I can’t understand why you are on John’s side.
āĻĢāĻŋāĻ“āύāĻž: āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦ⧁āĻāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻ›āĻŋ āύāĻž āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϕ⧇āύ āϜāύ⧇āϰ āĻĒāĻ•ā§āώ āύāĻŋāĻšā§āĻ›āĨ¤



200. DISHWASHER
⧍ā§Ļā§Ļ. āĻĄāĻŋāĻļāĻ“ā§ŸāĻžāĻļāĻžāϰ


Colleen: I’m sick and tired of fixing the dishwasher.
āϕ⧋āϞāĻŋāύ: āĻĄāĻŋāĻļāĻ“ā§ŸāĻžāĻļāĻžāϰ āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻ•ā§āϤ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡ āϗ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāĨ¤


Joel: Maybe it’s time to buy a new one.
āĻœā§‹ā§Ÿā§‡āϞ: āĻšā§ŸāϤ⧋ āĻāĻ–āύ āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āϕ⧇āύāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āĻšā§Ÿā§‡āϛ⧇āĨ¤


Colleen: Can we afford to buy a new one?
āϕ⧋āϞāĻŋāύ: āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻ•āĻŋ āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻāĻ•āϟāĻž āĻ•āĻŋāύāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŦ?


Joel: It costs more money to fix every month.
āĻœā§‹ā§Ÿā§‡āϞ: āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāϏ⧇ āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦ⧇āĻļāĻŋ āĻ–āϰāϚ āĻšāĻšā§āϛ⧇āĨ¤


Colleen: You’re right.
āϕ⧋āϞāĻŋāύ: āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āĻŦāϞ⧇āĻ›āĨ¤


Joel: Let’s go shopping for a new dishwasher today.
āĻœā§‹ā§Ÿā§‡āϞ: āϚāϞ āφāϜāχ āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻĄāĻŋāĻļāĻ“ā§ŸāĻžāĻļāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻŋāύāϤ⧇ āϝāĻžāχāĨ¤