“Thanks, Faith.” She said in her labored, tiny girl voice. For a moment, her petite hand grazed my own as I left her to hold the door. It was amaz...ng how warm her hands stayed on such a chilly autumn day.“Getting colder, isn’t it?” I asked as we scurried up the flights of stairs. The weather. Like I cared. It was the soulless banter at your disposal when you felt compelled to say something, but were too lazy or chicken-shit to be authentic.“Yeah, really.” She fired back. My peripheral vision. I went there and had a chat with my friend but actually sighting her. Her name is sukanya. she is a perfect fuckable girl may be the size with 34 boobs. i knew that she also has interest in me by her look. as soon as my friend went to rest room i asked her mobile number to my surprise she gave it. unacceptable right… but its true…Then i came from there and called her and spoke to her, she told she studies BBA 2nd year and exchanged our personnel details. Then i asked her to come to beach, she. She began packing her meager possessions into a Duffel Bag and she knew she was going to begin her long journey. It was time to take that single step. Try as she might, Kelly couldn’t convince her to stay. ‘Okay then, I guess I will go with you!’ her sister told Reagan with fierce determination. ‘You need someone with smarts to save you from yourself!’ Kelly began packing as well. One of their few commonalities was both women had a fierce Irish stubbornness — neither was going to be swayed.. But still, whenever I saw her in the hallway, I would always wave and say hi, and she would say hi to me. About a year later I met her again, this time at lunch. With her shoulder length blonde hair and big bright blue eyes, it was odd to me how beautiful I thought she was. All the boys I had ever dated had had dark hair and tan skin, but she was more beautiful than all of those guys combined. For some reason, I don’t know why, she sat with me that day, and ever since I’ve loved her. It’s as.