"I guess Paul hasn't told us his tale." "You need not count. Let's get on it." "Yo, that's my gee!" "Gee indeed! Ew!" He hewn a lock smile as his lips danced to the syllabic rhythm pricked by gullible glottis: "There was once a Padishah who had the misfortune to have all his children stolen as soon as they reached their seventh year. Grief at this terrible affliction caused him almost to lose his reason, ‘‘Forty children havebeen born to me,’’ said he, ‘‘each seeming more beautiful than the one whichpreceded it, so that I never tired of regarding them. O that one at least had beenspared to me! Better tha
"You buying much chocolates recently?" "I'll go for strawberry." "Ew! How's that supposed to keep you up? Uhn?" "Doesn't matter. Things work for us differently." "Paulie, what ya saying about this?" "Dar said it all, we have different perception to this. Like we of course see things differently. It doesn't make us foolish or illogical or dimwitted. We're just ourselves you know." "But seriously, Sea proposing chocolates is quite the best idea. The best thing I could ever think of. " "I guess Dreg is only pointing out the odds, he's yet to say what he would be using to smack sleep."&n
"It's Brad's class and we've got a tale to work on in the exam." That guy was a case of a teacher. Damn a case! The students swapped their gazes at that. Well, his glottis were itching him. And damn! He was already on it. "Two cats made a spring, the frog flew with wings, aunt flea fell down, andthe rocks fell on her. The cock was an imam, the cow a barber, the goslings danced; all this happened at the time when a Padishah was old.This old Padishah had three sons and three daughters. One day he wastaken ill, and in spite of all the hodjas (scholar) and physicians that surroundedhim his condition failed to improve. He sent for all his sons and spoke thus tothem, ‘‘When I am dead that one of you shall be Padishah who keeps watch bymy g
"Listen to the folktales y'all dickheads wrote." That was Brad. Heaven knew what had gotten into him. "I'll read all subsequently. 30 at a go!! No break!" . He was already on it. "There was once a Padishah who had no children. When out walking oneday he saw a dragon accompanied by five or six young ones.‘‘Oh, my Allah!’’ he complained, ‘‘Thou hast blessed this creaturewith so much offspring. Would that this dragon had one less, and that Thouhadst given me one child!’’ He continued his walk until it began to get dark,and then returned to the serai. Time passed, until one night the Sultan’s wife
"Sir, you got anything for us?" The four were seated. Like they would do. The pattern they were acquainted with. But it was a new location. Quite the great apartment. It was Sea's and her father was around. He was elegant. He was cool. He was what you would call a father. His smile would tell his daughter thatall-will-be-well.Dar envied that look. Was their something that she never envied? She had her pattern to viewing things and that was her tie. Sometimes she considered it as a weakness, sometimes as strengths. It didn't matter whatever she was seeing. All that mattered was that they were in his house. You can't say much about a real estate agent manager. Probably that was too long a title. Like he should be real estate manager. Whatever he was. He was damn rich. And there is nothing you can't expect from such. When other fathers woul
"Know what? I didn't know what to think that day." That was Paul. Speaking firstly that day was something which was quite rare. He could attest to that himself. He didn't actually love to boss around or prove that he had a point to let loose or some ideas to puke or some perceptions to savor. He was just himself. He had also always been himself. He hated being a super bits of faker skins. He knew that it sucked sundry bags of nauseation. He knew that was never a good option for anyone. Not anyone of them. Well his hypotheses or perception could be detected. He hadn't ever been of the opinion of one of them bossing around, though he had caught Dar say that about Sea quite the number of times. One thing he appreciated in Dar was the fact that whatever she wouldn't say to your face, she had rather left it unsaid. She could say all trash to her friend, Sea revealing her jealousy and st
"Dad could we use your car." She looked at him. Not with the stern ordon't keep us waitingkinda look, but with theremember that I'm your only daughterkinda look. Her father's eyes were lit. She knew what that meant. She was acquainted with them. She had been seeing them since forever and could say in details, what the blink of his eye would say. He shouldn't of course withdraw such request. He shouldn't of course deny it. He shouldn't of course make a mountain of the moaning molehill. And damn! She knew that she was safe with that stance. She had ever been. And she would continue being. Though she had lost her mother since like forever, yet he wouldn't make her feel the vacuum. He had filled it with his attention, love and towering graces. He was the definition of a father. Of course he was. He had always been their for her and had made her feel like the bes
"What's the first plan?" Dar looked Sea over, then at the sea. To see two seas before one of course would be tantamount to a spell of time. That was some mysterious but in a cute way things. She had no objection to that. What objection could she had had? She obviously wasn't the only there and the rest would have their opinions to bleed. What even made her nurse the throbbing thoughts that they were maintaining the rusty route of thoughts she was? Probably they were held in the cubicle of their own thoughts, or drown in the abysmal waves of their imaginations. Dreg was yet on his phone. At intervals he would look towards the sea and click his phone. Heaven knew what he had in mind to do with the thirty photos he had taken. Even she had been jobless. Had she been counting the photos he had been clicking? That didn't matter. She liked him in a rather cute him. Despite all his annoying traits, th