He started tohead that way, and then saw a boy sitting alone at a table, with nolunch in front of him. Mark headed that way."Can I sit here?" he asked... The boy looked up sharply, and then downagain."You are too late," he said. "They already took my lunch. First daytoo. I have nothing left to give you." I wasn't planning to take anything from you," Mark said. "Who tookyour lunch?"The boy looked up confused, and then apprehensively pointed to fourboys laughing at a table in the corner."What is. State reh chuka hu yeh story ek do saal purani h maine bahut si story read keri isliy socha ki apni story bhi or ko batani chahiy jis se mere saare new reader enjoy le main south Delhi me rehta hu ek din mere yaha per ek lady or uska bhai or uski bhen ki ladki rent per rehne aai Mere yaha per wo dehra dun se aai the Delhi main unki gaadi back kerwaraha tha to wo ladki uska naam riya tha jo andar baithi mujhe dekh rahi thi or main bahut khush ho raha tha ki ab yeh ladki mujh se dosti keregi kuch. “But you’d still kill me if I took a drink.”“In a fucking heartbeat.” Anger gave me strength to snarl.“Why?”“What do you think Josephine would want? You think Josephine would want you to die that way? Rot away slowly? Or would she want it to be quick?”He sat back in the chair, his face grayed and drawn.“Jesus.” Definitely a prayer. “You made me hate you.”“It worked, didn’t it?”There wasn’t much to be said to that, and he didn’t bother. We lapsed into an oddly comfortable silence. He even helped. I replied golden brown, I had always loved the way my mother's nails had looked when she painted them golden brown. She painted them and then proceeded to file my toenails and paint them. She told me that my toenails would slowly grow to be as strong as my fingernails. After they had dried, I thanked her and paid the bill, although it came to $12,000 dollars, I had been saving up for this for a long time. I thanked her, said goodbye, and left to drive home. I arrived at home and ran.