دانلود رمان انگلیسی “چی میشد اگه من تو رو میشناختم؟”

“Roses are red, pickles are green. I like your legs, and what’s in between!” Ledger Dayne leads the team in a fit of laughter as I step onto the ice for our last preseason practice wearing a pair of light blue pajama pants with bright green pickles of assorted sizes all over them. The peculiar gift from Griffin Ollenberg was waiting for me when I walked in this morning along with a note explaining that it’s a team tradition to wear goofy pajama pants for our last preseason practice and that since he forgot to tell me earlier, he took the liberty of buying me a pair. I had a feeling it was all a joke. Somehow I knew I would be the only one on the ice today with these Godforsaken pickle pants on, but a tiny part of me wondered if Griffin was being honest with me since he seems to wear pants like this a lot around the arena. It’s what he’s known for, really. He has this fascination with pajama pants that I don’t understand but hey…the fans get a kick out of it so more power to him, I guess. I could’ve been my regular asshole self about this whole thing. I could’ve refused to wear these ridiculous pants. But I know if I want the respect of my teammates, I have to earn it, so, pickle pants it is. “Hey, Kid.” Harrison gestures with the tip of his chin. “That a pickle in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”