She unlocked the door."Well good morning darling," she said as Marcia bustled into the shopwith her packages. "So what is it going to be today?" Orang...-spice muffins and blueberry goat cheese tarts." Yum," Grace said. "You can put me down for one of each."There are places that seem to exist because people were intending to gosomewhere else and didn't quite make it. They tired or got hurt or facedunexpected obstacles they lacked the resources to surmount. Perhaps theywere turned away from. Mujhe safed wale banian to pasand hai hi. Par alag colour wale banian ka bhi alag maza hota hai.Iss kahani ki kuch baato ko maine badal ke likha hai. Ye kahani woh hai jo main chahata tha ki ho, na ki woh jo sach mein hua. Ye kahani ek-do saal purani hai. Main tab 22 ka tha. Humare building mein 5 floor hai. Har floor pe 3 flats. Saare flats ke beech mein thode jagah aise hoti hai jaha pe woh kapde sukhane keliye dal sake.To ek din main ghar mein akela tha. Ek kaam ke liye bahar dukan jake aane. It read, Paul, please find me when you get in. Signed, Cary.I dropped my backpack on my bed—the other side of the room was still bare—and headed down the hall to Cary’s room.“Hi, Paul,” he said as soon as he opened the door. “Your new roommate’s ready to move in. But Wade said he wanted to talk to you first. Do you have a few minutes?”“Sure,” I said.With that, he locked his door and we pressed the button for the elevator. Downstairs, we went behind the front desk and into a back hallway. At the. She picked up her dressing gown and wrapped the silky material around her bony hips, tying it loosely around her waist. She crossed the dorm with quick and silent steps, not even turning to glance one last time at the boy who was the cause of her grief. Pansy walked down the stairs with a flutter of her dressing gown, her chin up in the air as she walked past the Portrait Hole. She didnt know where she was going. She didnt care. Even if Filch caught her wandering in the corridors at that hour.