Apki garima ko aaj pyaas lagi hai aur use kuch garam chahiya. (itna kehkar wo mere kamre mein ghus gai.)Usne wo newspaper liya aur anjan bante hue sof...e pe baith gayi.Garima: baitho jiju kuch taazi garam khabrein padte hain..Main:garam to hongi par taazi nahi hain..Garima ne jaise hi paper khola dher saara virya dikha use.Garima:arre jiju isme ye kya laga hai…chip chipaMain: pata nahi kya hai..Main bhi anjan banke bolaGarima: kya jiju.. Apni pyari garima se ye bhi chupaoge?? Maine subha ki. Joyce was not a lesbian in high school.Joyce was not a she in high school; she was a guy named Josh.Josh was not the 'big man on campus'; he was a regular guy. He only gotoff the bench when his team was winning by a large margin. His name wasmisspelled in his senior yearbook. He was well enough liked, with a fewclose friends, but he was not overly popular.Near the end of his senior year, Josh was still unsure of his prospectsfor college. Many of his classmates talked of full rides to Harvard. All Sam’s memories were in black and white. At the time they were all in the same colour as any photograph taken in the modern day would be, but as all he ever had to remember his youth, from those grainy pictures of childhood to early middle-age, were in black and white, so too were his memories. Young people, especially those born since the 1960s, knew only a brilliant world of Technicolor, but for Sam the past was in the same monochrome as those Humphrey Bogart movies he and Jenny used to. They play like this for about an hour when one of the throws curves out and as the faithful pet leaps and makes his final catch he lands in the road in the path of a passing car. You could hear brakes echo in the trees and smell the burning rubber, but the camaro was going to fast to be able to stop in time. The body of the dog was thrown about 10 feet in one direction as a bloody Frisbee is thrown another. Blood is spattered across the nose of the camaro and across the two boys who are now.