Oore pakatum.(Yes, let me show those here so that everybody can have a live show)Me: enaku katta mari nikkudhu di.. edhachu pana matya?(I’m hard as ...ell dear, won’t you do anything for me)She touched me over pants and laughed at me.Me: ipa nan stairs kita poren.. olunga va(I’m going near the stairs, follow me)That was the only place where there was no camera.She came and asked me the reason for coming out. I knew that nobody was in that library except that guide who was on the ground floor.I. Goddess I hate that window. The slave girl, Mina I've started calling her, opens my cage and shuffles in to kneel, offering a piece of bread and a cup of water to me. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that. ”“Jenvieve,” the actress and her daughter said at the time. She punched her daughter on the shoulder – just as David had done to Phil a hundred times – and told Grace that she owed her a Coke.Phil couldn’t help but laugh.Chris Ransome and Skyler McKay soon joined them. A few moments later, the first of the guests made their way over to offer Grace birthday wishes. Phil glanced at his phone. It was 10:30 p.m. back home. It wasn’t too late to call Hailey.“Is there somewhere quiet that I can make. “It worked. Did you kill anything?”“I don’t know how to hunt,” he scowled.“You make too much noise,” I smirked at him as he came down the hill. “You need to be crafty. Like me.”“I know how to sneak,” he said. “Just woods are different. So much stuff to brush. Everything you touch makes noise.”With Master’s help, I cleaned the dear and we carried it to our small camp in a dell. Kora still slept on the bed of leaves we made her, her face covered by her robe. She’d slept since we made camp last.