Fir sambhal gaya aur bola..”isme kya nayi baat hai sab bol te hai”.Fir wo vapas andar chali gai.Maine kaha “Time hai tumare pass to mai beithu�...�other wise muje kam hai”. Wo boli muskurake “Naha ke atti hu”.Ek dam mast nahake aayiii…..Bhenchod kya boobs the..masal dooo par himmat nahi ho rahi thi,,,Ham bate karne lage.Bat bat me ….Me bol gaya ki “tum do no chutye ho”.Wo pahle to choki aur bad me boli“Kya bolte ho.Accha nahi lagta” . To maine kaha fight kyo karto ho aapse me ….Thodi der baad. I guess I can live with that.The drive to Cheyenne and Curt Gowdy State Park had been routine. Mikee drove. She was becoming a lot more confident, though she still liked Tami, Robbie, or me to ride shotgun. It took us a shade over two hours, though we flew once we got to I-25.It was after eight when we pulled into our camp site, but with a lot of help from the girls, the tents went up quickly. Then I invited Tami for a quiet romantic walk and wound up the center of a mob.Tami leaned her head. After a few days, she'd learned to read the markers Grindelwald had attached to his memories, uncovering those recollections which he consider the more important.Now her biography of the dark lord was as complete as Skeeter could make it. She could never truly finish the book, for there was a period which Skeeter estimated lasted approximately two to three months, in Grindelwald's late teens, where he had deposited no memories whatsoever, and there was no record anywhere of where the man was or. ” John shared.“See you in the morning, say 8:00 A. M.?” Mary asked.November 18, 2020:The last thing John remembered as he fell asleep on the airbed that night was it needed more air. John woke at 7:00 A.M. He did another healing. He envisioned his entire body emitting a green emerald color of light. Over a few minutes, the light slowly turned to golden. John thanked God three times and rolled over and found it easier to work his way up to a standing position. He made his way to the morning pit.