"Come over here, come over here!"
A man who had been seating to the old woman who had been turned into a parrot waved towards the cops. The fairy wanted to stop him but didn't want to cause another havoc. He needed to be careful with whatever he would do, else he might live to regret it. He actually wouldn't want that to happen though.
He looked hastily across the Cinema, sorting out with his gaze his mate. They meant so much to him though they hadn't been together since forever.
He somewhat respect the spirit of friendship and would do anything for his friends. If not for that, he wouldn't be with the prince charming let alone get to meet the crazy family of Machli.
That was not the good time for the thoughts. Machli and Madla were no longer at odds. They were looking towards him. That was what it was. They
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"That's it. I'll be off and back in few hours" His pulsing paws heaving salient breaths on the earth beneath. He did a stealthy look at the lofty empress, as he let his limbs agree with the willing waist. Off he went giving his eyes a sight before his limbs sited. The summer was quite betraying as the airy antelopes hid in tuning thickets of fear of a ferocious pounce - a malady equivalent to the rhythm the forest played to them. The saucy sun kept the vociferations drooping as the taunted trees bowed in rhythmic sway to the jazz of the whooshing wind. The sway paged a ray on the eerie earth as the latter embraced the force melting to fiery heat beneath a sane sole. Machli spotted a d
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"I got this" The last syllable heaved an halt on the succeeding ones. He looked around like a passionate orchestra, complementing his muse with the large vine yelling at the spanking breeze. Had he own a paradise on earth?, the halted had their reincarnations in thoughts. A brief path led to the entrance of the magnificent three storey building with gold laced on the lips of the four edges of the building. A speos was at an isolated spot in the compound. He led a comfortable life with a daughter. Clara, his wife, was in a haste to meet death. He fixed the landline into its seat and resumed the grilled lamb steaks with mashed potatoes, complemented by an iced whiskey. Despite being warned how injurious iced whiskey is to heart, his choice of meal was
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"Mom, where's Dad" She would ask herself same if the betraying gaze could sustain the surge squashing the restless capillaries transferring weariness to every nooks of her consciousness. That was the third time the innocent-but-curious cub would ask. At long intervals though. And like hell, she was done serving confetti of hope in a broken tray of smiles to her and her young brother. Where's Machli, that could escape her larynx in a scrunching shriek. Idea would not suffer her a stance in its territory. She was spent in thoughts. She was done thinking. She believed that he wasn't in a good state. He'd gone one in a blue for a day and return with felon feasts of carcasses. Carcasses with fresh blood dripping like nectar from a saucy beehive.
Tiger In The Street Trois
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