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The old man drove to Burger-Burger. He was 82 years old. It was late at night. It was 11:30 p.m. He was hungry. He wanted something to eat. He went to the drive-through. He ordered a Double Double Burger-Burger. He ordered large fries. He ordered a large coffee. He drove his car forward. He gave the clerk $6. He waited. She gave him his Double Double Burger-Burger. It smelled good. He couldn’t wait to eat it. She gave him his large fries. They smelled good. He couldn’t wait to eat them. She gave him his large cup of coffee. He couldn’t wait to drink it. But the top wasn't on tight. The hot coffee spilled. It spilled into his lap. “Ouch!” he yelled. “Give me some ice!” She gave him a large cup of ice. He poured it into his lap. “Ah,” he said, “that feels better.”
一名老人將車開到了漢堡店。他今年82歲。那天天色已晚。那是晚上十一點半。他饑腸轆轆。他想吃東西。他將車開進了駕車服務窗口。他點了一個雙層漢堡。大薯條。大杯咖啡。他將車開向前方。他給了售貨員6美金。他等了一會。她給了她雙層漢堡。漢堡聞起來很香。她等不及要吃。她給了他大薯條。薯條聞起來很香。他迫不及待要吃。她給了他大杯咖啡。他等不及要喝。但是杯蓋沒有密封。熱咖啡灑了。咖啡灑到了膝蓋上。他叫嚷到：“噢！給我些冰！”她給了他一杯冰。他將冰灑在了膝蓋上。他說到：“嗯，感覺好多了。”
譯文屬可可英語原創，未經允許，不得轉載。
