He considered."It's always different. In battle, there isn't time to think, you just react. Afterwards, you see the dead, and they're just soldiers li...ke we are. Then, I feel bad. When we killed the murderer of our father, I felt fulfilled. When I killed those men who hurt you, I felt nothing bad, either. They were asking for it. I just don't like killing honest soldiers. I can't help it, but it makes me sad."Theresa nodded."If I learn how to fight, will you let me join, like your sisters?" You. My husband guide me positions so my boobs can be seen clearly in pics..we take 2/3 pics but suddenly vehicals start coming on road. So my husband get disappointed.that old man offer us. If we gave him another 100 rupee he can take us to place where no one can come and we can take any kind of pics there.So we agree , he seat on back side. My husband tell me to go on back seat click more selfi with old man for our memories. I went on back seat and did it..In my shirt there are six buttons alredy. I teased her back saying “So what if Kavitha is not there. Kavitha’s mummy is there at home right?”She continued that chit chat “Oh really? But do you mind me knowing what you want to do with your wife’s mother?”I finished our sweet little nothing talk by saying “I just want to talk to you for a while aunty. I will be at home in another 30 minutes time.”I told her to get some sweets mean time. On way I bought some flowers for MIL and for Kavitha. I reached home and gave her only one bunch of. . unless the postman sets a basket by the box. He/she never has but discounting such a situation is foolish. Possible is possible ... it could happen.On this occasion ... the occasion being recycle pick up day ... I was thumbing through with one hand and depositing with the other hand all the junk mail that mailers seem to think I read.I used to slip a pound of sand into "Postage Guaranteed by Recipient" envelopes but now I recycle the paper. Those recipients don't send me junk mail now.This.