Last summer was the strangest summer I have ever had. My friend Stefan came over from England and we spent a lot of time together. But things didn't go as they were supposed to.
While we were making fire, he told me that he was going to get more firewood. I waited for a long time, but he didn't come back. I had to spend the night whole alone, and I was really frightened.
Despite that, another day we went shopping. I was going to the dressing room when I left my bag to Stefan. But, when we went out of the shop, the alarm went off. The police came and they took me to the police office. Later I found out that Stefan had put earrings in my bag.
Fortunately, the summer finished and it was time for Stefan to go home.
I saw Stefan off at the airport and decided that, after all the scary experiences we had been through together that summer, it would be safer never to have contact with him again.
Not in the sense of a two-fingered salute, probably. This is the blog of a class of Basque students studying towards the Cambridge First Certificate in English.
What is the context in which you collect firewood to make a fire but can also go shopping? Is it in the countryside or in the city?
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