I’ve been living here all my life. I know my way around. I know my neighbors, I have tea and rice...”“But you lost a son to these damned slums, ...nd Akbir’s men have grown strong.”“Whatever happened and whatever is happening now is in the hands of Allah.”“It’s not rational. You know how bad these slums are. It’s a death machine. It eats people up, and the ones who survive run away from it. Eventually it catches up to them. People spend their lives running from its jaws. And in the process all. ‘....amazing,’ said Ron with a glint in his eye, ‘I feel..... really good. Come on Harry, let’s go and stuff them Slytherin gits!’*The match was going incredible for Gryffindor, Ron was having a blinder in goal, making save after save and the score was 200-60 in Gryffindor’s favour. However, if Slytherin caught the snitch now they would still win. Out of the corner of Harry’s eye, he saw Malfoy enter a steep dive. He had seen the snitch! ‘Shit!’ thought Harry as he zoomed after the snitch,. It makes me sad that my body is not in the right part of my cycle for you to make our child inside me.”After a slow screw, I asked her what she wanted to have if I got her pregnant. She wanted a boy and a girl, twins, if possible. The place in my head let me know that she isn’t saying this because of her perpetual state of arousal or the many times she came tonight, and early this morning. Somehow I did get her pregnant when in Spain, even if I never knew it. As far as the place in my head. How many years you got?”“Five,” I sob.“Fuck! What did you do?”“I got caught with a ball of crack. But it wasn’t mine, it was my boyfriend’s.”“Okay, first off, stop fucking lying to me,” she hisses. “If you want my protection, fucking be honest. It was your fucking crack and you know it. Listen, some dumb bitch came in here last week crying she had forty-five days. I almost kicked her fucking ass. I told her to get the fuck out of my face.” She stares into my eyes. “But, yeah, five’s a stiff.