Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too tight.Panicked beats in his heart race;Clownish colour adorns his face,His heart and sleeve are wreathed in lace.***"Halloween" -->Based on. Seems the last one just up and quit on them. It didn't pay much, just minimum wage, but it was something, and he could take a room in the hospital-owned house across the street at no charge. He took it.Now, a week later, he sat in the library typing away with two fingers. For some reason, he'd grown to feel a very strong attachment to Errol, almost like he was the brother he never had, and he'd be disappointed if he didn't get an answer to his e-mail. That in itself was unusual, because since. I followed him up to the master bedroom. The room was very feminine which I guessed was his wife’s taste and very appealing. The only out of place thing was the black satin sheets with red pillows which to be honest just didn’t work with the rest of the room. “Where are my clothes?” “I put them in the wardrobe on the left Miss,” sure enough everything had been laid out for me inside except for the holdall which he had placed to one side at the bottom. I made Peter remove my shoes before. Pooja-mai ise exam dene le jati hu tum jao apne kaam se.Me-are nai mujhe udhar hi jana h jidhar iska exam h.Mai ise waha chhod dunga fir loutte waqt ise lete aawoonga.PPooja- thik h mai bore hote rahungi tumlog jao muhe side se boli use chhod k aana na.Me-ok dekhta hu… fir maine use landlord ki ghar se jaanpahchan kara k nikal gya.Kanika boli wow ab mai bahut khush hu k 4 ghante sirf tumhare rahungi.Wo boli par humlog jayenge kaha.Maine bola wait fir kuchh dur jane k bad bike roki aur bola.Read More
