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Foto do escritorManuella Oliveira

Closing the Store at Night



He heard his name. He turned around. "Hello, who is there?" he asked. He was working late. It was his turn to close the store. He was alone. He was at the register counting money. It was mid-night. He was sleepy. His feet were tired. He had been standing for eight hours. He was almost finished. He turned around again. He heard footsteps. He was scared. He put the money down. He started walking towards the footsteps. "Who is there?" he said. No one replied. He saw movement. It was a person. "I see you!" he yelled. The person appeared. He started laughing. It was his girlfriend. She surprised him. "What a nice surprise," he said. She was laughing, too. He finished counting the money. They went home together.


Tradução


Ele ouviu o seu nome. Ele virou-se. "Olá, quem está aí?", perguntou ele. Ele estava a trabalhar até tarde. Era a sua vez de fechar a loja. Ele estava sozinho. Ele estava no registo a contar dinheiro. Era meia-noite. Tinha sono. Os seus pés estavam cansados. Tinha estado de pé durante oito horas. Estava quase a terminar. Voltou-se de novo. Ouviu os passos. Ele estava assustado. Pôs o dinheiro no chão. Começou a caminhar em direcção às pegadas. "Quem está lá?", disse ele. Ninguém respondeu. Ele viu movimento. Era uma pessoa. "Estou a ver-te!" gritou ele. A pessoa apareceu. Ele começou a rir. Era a sua namorada. Ela surpreendeu-o. "Que surpresa agradável", disse ele. Ela também se estava a rir. Ele acabou de contar o dinheiro. Eles foram juntos para casa.


























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