It was when common relaxing afternoon, and I was on the beach with my friends when a stranger suddenly approach us as if he was one of our crew. At frits we thought he was a pickpocket, and a while, after talking to him, I noticed I was alone-all my friends had gone and left me with a stranger. However, I didn't care about that because I was having an awesome time talking with that man, whose name was Stefan.
Stefan and I spent the whole afternoon speaking about how he managed to earn thousands of dollars playing blackjack at Las Vegas's main casino, obviously counting cards. And I thought that it would be a nice experience to go through.
a few later we went to Las Vegas with the view of getting lots of money. However, to my horror, one night while we were playing blackjack, some segurity officers approach Stefan and took him to a dark room. Obviously I fearfully ran away as soon as possible and knowing that Stefan was taking a beating.
And in one or two days I was in Spain again, I got off the plane and... I saw Stefan off 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.
It seems that you had a pretty good time with Stefan and therefore that you should want to stay in touch with him!
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