Main janti hoon merdon ko. Sabko bade bade wali hi acchi lagti hai. Jinke chote hote hain woh aurat nahi hoti kya? Tera jeeja…mera mard…uska bhi y...ahi haal tha…use main bhi nahi pasand aati thi.Me-lekin aapke to….Didi-haan.mere bade hain lekin uske hisab se nahi.use to aur bade bade chahiye the.sala haram ka jana mujhe aise tane marta tha ki main bata nahi sakti.Me-didi…yeh sab galiyan kahan se seekh li?Didi- mujhe sab pata hai re…maine bhi badi jindagi dekhi hai.Me-kya isiliye aap dono ka. "Why would you take my journal? How did you even know where it was? If you wanted me so much you could just ask me you didn't have to go steal my stuff and take pictures of me. You're the weirdest person I have ever met in my life." My voice was filled with so much hate and anger it didn't even sound like my voice."I like to tease and torture you, it's really a passion and quite frankly you're fun to mess with. You take everything so seriously even when I barely touch you I can see the hunger. The road seemed to roll away under the hooves of his bay horse. It was sixty miles to Brussels, a comfortable two-day ride, or a hard one for a single long day. He knew better than to press the beast at a gallop that would break it before he reached his destination. But he set a brisk pace, cantering along at a rate to devour the miles without straining the gelding’s heart. The countryside was virtually invisible around him beyond the pale gray ribbon of road before him, but he knew from. As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?"The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance ... Never really wanted to."A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now," and started.