Tabhi mera hath uski bra ko touch kia to mere dimag me tumahari story yad aa gayi or muze bhi ritu ko patane ki icha ho gayi.phir mene uski bra ko pak...a to vo kuch nahi boli. to me samaj gaya ki use bhi ye pasand hai. fir me uski kamar pe hath le gaya to vo mere samne dekh kar muskurayi ye use acha laga tha. me dhire dhire apana hath uski kamar par ferne laga vo bhi kuch bole bina chal rahi thi. fir me chalte hue thak gaya to mene apna sir uske kandhe pe rakhkar chalne laga. ese me mene uske. "The symbols are small, and spaced very close together. I don't understand how they did work this fine. It looks more like laser etching than normal scribing." Cody paused for a moment to inspect the plates carefully before continuing with, "The physical condition of the plates is amazing. Despite all the rough handling, since we retrieved the plates from the tomb, there are no scratches on the metal, other than the inscriptions."Cody extracted a tool, used for scraping mineral deposits from. One of the memories that I had of Ben was when we were 15 years old. We were both in the same tennis team. One very hot and humid Saturday afternoon, after we had finished our competition game, we decided to go to the beach. Ben and I had this very special place where because of the rocky nature, not a lot of people went there. But for us, the area was perfect. It was secluded, virtually deserted and there was enough sand to just lay around and do nothing. The rocks also provided a great spot. ‘You don’t have anything to say after what you said out on the street.’ ‘It’s because of what I blurted out that…’ Megan paused. She finally turned towards him. Dark rings of mascara were framing her brown eyes and had run slightly down her cherub cheeks. ‘Could I pause, rewind, and take it back?’ She half smiled and dropped her head back against the pillow. ‘It doesn’t work that way.’ Kevin uncrossed his arms and looked down at the floor as he shuffled his feet around. ‘And, even if you could,.