Her voice trailed off. "Ah … what's wrong with you? "Walter yelled. 'Yeah crazy! I won't agree_!" Sylvie started running to her hut. Walter held Sylvie's hand and stopped. Kamalus pleaded with Dasan. "Hey, if you don't call, they will come! Call to the stage." "Come if you have a mind.
I won't tell you the day!" Dasan said firmly with disgust. "I will not go; I will never go Shouted Was coming. Hang her! At the front of Anthony's corps he said, "Walter pulled Sylvie with one hand and Kamalus with the other a. Who is he? Your uncle, Wah Dasan, triumphed over Walter.
Comrade Chandran was sitting cross-legged on a mat spread over the unpainted wall, the dirty cloth hanging on the flag, and the crematorium leaning against the walls. Sylvie is nowhere to be found. "Simon murmured, and the front door slammed open. Walter jumped in with an MGR-style lift, shouting "Victory Victory!"
Half thigh raised to the visible size and folded, the yellow shirt wrapped around his waist above it to breathe, the black chest and abdomen subdued Vimmy Vimmy, the eyes gleaming with ecstasy, the layered row between the black lips glistening white, he squealed. "Are you crazy about Hey One? Where is Dasan?" Simon shouted angrily.
He is irritated that the person who went to call Dasana has come like a drunkard. "Dasan is dead!" Walter shouted, spreading both hands. He unbuttoned his shirt halfway around and wiped the dirt off his face.
He spat the dirt out of his mouth. "We're sucking Michael!" He shook his head and pushed his forehead back. "Let go?" We went in search of Sylvia. Sitting in front of the house. We called. Will not come! Kamalus and I lifted her sandals ... "" Were Dasan there? "Simon's voice was nervous.
"There was! Our stop. Well bought sand Is falling. Ha - ha ha - Walter smiled demonstratively and threw the shirt in his hand. Walter's pathetic voice stumbled into the darkness.
Hmmm, let's just say I've seen better. Simon sighed. Is gone. He got up and went to the room. He removed the bulb that was burning there. Someone lit a match and in that light Simon climbed on the stool and lit the bulb.
Bright electric light! Dasan was standing in the front door. His shirt was torn to shreds, his head and face were covered with dirt, and one cheek and one eye were swollen terribly, and he looked miserable.
Blood was flowing from the nose. This Simon shuddered. He knows how much his heart is broken inside the body that is broken.
Part 35 of this story will continue on another blog…🥰
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