"I was just lost in thought. You're right, I'm not really supposed to be here, but my plans sort of ... changed. Uh, let me just log off here and you ...an get to work." Oh, I can come back later if you're busy — I don't want to intrude." No, it's okay ... I'm not really getting anything done here at the moment anyway ... my mind seems to be elsewhere." While logging off, he remembered who he was thinking of and checked to make sure nothing had risen to the occasion before standing. The last. (Note: there are tons of intentional errors in this! It's not easy to be crazy! Give me a break!)MAIL CALLSolange looked at the box that came in the mail. There was no return address, just the box. Opening it she found an old 45 record. "Shit," she thought, "I haven't seen one of these for years." The title was "Thanks a Lot" and squinting she could see it was done by Ernest Tubb. It didn't mean anything to her ... she wasn't sure she had even seen a 45 vinyl before!After staring at it for a. Aunty ne kaha dekho hamare bitch me tum soch rahe aisa koi bhi rishta nahi ban sakata me ek shadi suda bache wali aaurat hu tumhe mere bare me aisa sochana nahi chahiye. Aisi soch bhi rakhana buri baat he tum apane man se buri bate nikal do.Aunty ne muze samzane ki puri koshish ki par me bhi unke us nage roop ki kam wasana me dub gaya tha. Muze kuch bhi achi bate samaz nahi aa rahi thi sirf aunty ko chudhana hi mere man me baith gaya tha. Aunty ki bato ne muze naraz kar diya tha par me bhi. With soft steps, he walked up the stairs and down the hall. The floor creaked and he stopped, but heard nothing and continued on. He opened the bedroom door, leaned against the doorjamb, and looked in. There she was. He watched her sleep for a minute, shaking his head at himself for fearing she might not be. Her dark hair spilled onto the pillow as she lay on her side, clutching the covers to her chest. He was tempted to wake her, but could tell by the deep, even breaths and circles under her.