“In fact, I read a book by Albert Camus called The Myth of Sisyphus. We read it in a course on Existentialism last year. I’m a philosophy major at...Brown,” she added. “Do you have the poems you’ve written here at the farm?”“I do but I’m not sure they’re ready to be read, but, I think I’d let you read them sometime.”I looked over at John, listening to our conversation. He looked at Sherry and then at me, then got up and took his dish into the kitchen. Sherry went back to reading her book. I got. People who didn't know him thought Auggie had been rude as hell. And, he used to be—in person. And if—you didn't know Auggie.That was one of the reasons Earl had enjoyed Auggie's company. No bullshit. Also, Earl had always enjoyed watching strangers' reactions to Auggie's no-nonsense ways. Plus, his down-home sense of humor had been be mighty entertaining.Earl asked himself, had it been his fault if some people didn't realize some skinny shrimp like Auggie had been in the Marine Corps? Not that. Bol na kaisiLag rahi hai yeh chudai.” “Sahab, rukiye mat, bas chodte rahiye, chodiye chodiyeChodiye.” Is tarah hum na jaane kitni der tak maza lete hue khub kas kas karChodte hue jhar gaye. Kya cheez thi, ekdum chodne ke liye hi bani thi shayad. Doston man nahi bharaTha. 20 minute baad maine phir apna lund uske munh mein daala aur khub chuswaya.Humne 69 position li aur jab voh lund choos rahi thi maine uski choot ko apniJeebh se chodna shuru kiya. Khas kar dusri baar to itna maza aaya ki main. “Okay then, John,” I said in agreement. The elevator came to a stop, and the door slid open, “I think you’ll love this place. First, let’s look at the living room.” As we emerged from the elevator into the apartment, I moved my arms wide to show him the room, twirling. He walked out and looked around nodding his head. He would run his hand over a table or chair, then run the hankie over the same place, a neat freak I guess. “Over here is the fully stocked wet bar, of course, it will be your.