“Hey! None of that! You reacted the same way any of us would’ve reacted in your place! So don’t go beating yourself up over something that didn�...�t happen. All’s well that ends well, as our Mom likes to say. You hear?” Amber said fiercely.“I guess so,” Linda answered quietly, her strawberry-blonde hair obscuring her face.“Yeah, seriously, don’t go blaming yourself. Let the past be the past. From this moment on, let’s just concentrate on you getting back on your feet and coming back to Sanford so. Me bhi foran nanga ho gaya wo mere land ko dekhate hi rahi bap re ye kitana mota or lamba hai me to mer hi jaungi.mene kaha kuchh nahi hoga ise aapne muh me lo wo boli me ne kabhi nahi liya hai me nahi lunga.mere samjane par wo man gai or mera 8 lamba or4 mota land muh me leke chushne lagi use maja aane laga wo 5 minit ke bad boli ab daal bhi do ab nahi raha jata mene kaha thik hai me uske par ke bich me aaya or uske pair mere kandhe par rakh kar land uski choot pe rakha wo boli dewar ji dhire. He stood about 6’2”, blocking the sun with his shoulders. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a gray t-shirt that showed off his toned arms. My eyes finally find their way up to his face. A crooked smile. Messy light brown hair. Gorgeous blue eyes. I give a little laugh. “Yeah, I guess. Just one stupid box, of course.” His smile is breath-taking. “There’s always one.” He starts to walk towards me. I move out of his way and he reaches in and grabs the box. He pulls it away with ease. When he. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of endless walking, Philip stopped."This looks like the spot," Philip said his Converses coming to a complete halt.Dolly looked around with a look of bewilderment on her face. Nothing seemed special about this spot. It looked like the rest of the woods they had walked through full of old gnarled trees and weedy overgrowth."The spot for what exactly?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Philip laughed a little before replying, "The spot for finally getting.