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One of the persons was holding an empty bottle in his hand and was said, ‘Anup brother, no more liquor in house ‘ ‘And money too,’ Anup added. ‘My life also sounds like a hell,’ another person said. ‘Yes bhai, it was the worst Sunday of my life. I was unable to sell even one fruit,’ a person named Kumar Rai told his problem. ‘If you brothers will talk like this, who will arrange something for me?’ a small guy sitting among them said. Anup checked the cupboard if there was any liquor left in the house. ‘Everything is finished,’ he said when he did not find any bottle in the cupboard. ‘Anup bhai, you are being such a miser. You are throwing party for five

He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal He could clear the Savannah after every meal I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind And oh, the shame (He was ashamed!) Thought of changin' my name (Oh, what's in a name?) And I got downhearted (How did you feel?) Every time that I- Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids! Oh... sorry Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze

◇DON POV◇ I never thought I will feel loneliness untill I met her may be it is true no matter how many people are around us we still searches for one person only that person can fulfill the gap in our life her giggles and smiles are completely something different because they're not artificial they're pure with her my day felt energetic and amazing without her I felt whole day as boring her clumsiness and the smile she have when I scolds her she is really crazy lamb I returned to home after work I'm working on a special item for sometime I went into lawn and looked at the blank sky

his patience is running low. 'No!'

CLUMSINESS. Awkward, lacking coordination, not graceful, not dexterous. Anna Davenport had often tried to be cool and collected, especially whenever she found herself amongst people, but as her clumsiness would always have it, she had just shown that in front of two of her residents.

Babi pov I went in to change but I wanted to take a shower so I headed towards the washroom. Maybe it was because of tequila I wasn’t feeling a little bit dizzy. I felt like I was walking on a tight-fitted rope. My mind was under full control but my body was on its own. It wasn’t working as it planned. I saw soap lying on the floor and I panicked like hell. It was already really hard to walk straight, and as soon as I saw soap, in an attempt to dodge it I fell on the floor really badly.

I deeply wanted to enter and comfort him, but I ignored it and walked through my door. A few days passed since I had last spoken with Aspen, I haven't seen him around the castle since then and every night I hear crashes in his room. Today Aspen's best friend Jason had a great idea for us to play capture the flag, so here I am getting ready for that. I put on a black crop top that had the words 'Adidas' written across it in white with black Adidas shorts, paired with Nike running shoes. Oh, shut up, I know what you're thinking, "why does she not wear Adidas sneakers as well" and my answer is well that would be crazy. I tied my hair into a high pony tail making sure to get every single stand i

"Damn you and your fucking company full of weirdos!" "See you tomorrow," He said smiling like he won a competition. Ugh! If someone will let me choose between the guy in a white suit and that arrogant man, I'll choose that guy in a white suit! "Hello! Diane?" "Yes, miss? Please lower your voice or I'll lose my sense of hearing." "Don't entertain any appointments with that arrogant man." "Who is that arrogant man miss?" "That Mr.Dabal or so whatever the fuck his name is!" "But miss that's against the rule..."

I don’t know if he’s trying to be kind or just playing the good guy to get in my head, but Drew rolls his eyes and walks out with a groan and a muttered, “suck my dick.” Now it’s just me and Jake. He watches me for a beat. Then, like he’s reading from some handbook on fake compassion, he asks, “How are you feeling?” I don’t answer. Not right away. But I have to be smart now. “I feel weak. And delirious.” He nods. Smirks. “That’s good.” What? My face must say it all because he laughs—actually laughs—tilts his head back, that ink on his neck stretching. I hate it. I hate how relaxed he is.

“You’re impossible.” XXX