Onek din dhore plan hochhilo amar sasuri’r desh’er bari te jabar. Nana karon’e hoye uthchilo na. Prothom’e amar jabar khub ekta ichha chilo na..., r por’er bochor amar wife pregnant chilo bole jawa hoi ni. Ei bochor’e amar meye hoi. Ekhon tar boyosh prai 8 months bole amar wife r or baba-maa thik korlo ei bar kali puja te oder desh’er bari te amake niye jabe’e. Ki aar kora jai, amio onichha sotte’o raji hoye gelam jete. Oder desh’er bari murshidabad theke ektu interior’e ekta gram’e. Jaiga tar. "Me," Thanks!" And I do it again! I stick out my tongue at him really, really quick and then grin in an unmistakably mischievous way. And suddenly, in an instant, I find myself halfway down the hall being propelled by a huge hand on the back of my neck. What the hell? A restroom door is flung open at the end of the hall, and I'm pushed, skidding to my knees, into it. Oh god, it's filthy in here! The last tenants didn't pay for cleaning before they moved out. Smells of old urine, cigarettes, and. Dye your hair to match mine. We'll look even more like sisters,"he said.Joanne smiled broadly. "I like it. But you need to grow yours. Mine hasa head start."She had been growing her hair again and it was just below her shouldersand curly. It was a coppery brown shade at present."I think I might hang out in here more often," said Paul. "Until momgets me that dressing table she promised." You're welcome to. We can share make up, all the gossip, talk boys" shesaid then noticed Paul's face. "Oh, of. They would film it then send it to all of her friends, family, work colleagues and school friends. She begged me not to do this and asked me why I would do this to her as we had been friends for years.I explained how my whole family had been fucked and used by his gang of niggers, and to get our freedom we had to sacrifice our friends or we would forever be slaves to the BBC. Anna cried out loud and begged me not to hurt her daughter, she said they could do anything to her, but please for the.