“Leave it to you to be such a prick, Jon!” I screamed. It was unheard as the howling wind came round again. The rain pellted my face, and my hair hung against it like string. 330 more words
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The sun is shining bright and Delhi is jubilant.
This is how I am celebrating. With HOT CRISPY JALEBEES. I have more than one reseon to rejoice. 383 more words