"Come on Cal! This place is gonna be a perfect hangout," shouted Sandy, as she ran down the cracked sidewalk ahead of me."Alright, alright! I'm coming..."It wasn't too long before we eyed the modestly-sized store, now blocked up by wooden planks on each window. A large sticker hung in the front door proclaiming "OUT OF BUSINESS". Once we got up to it, I texted Blake again to see where he was."Guys, I'm up here!" Blake shouted from somewhere. Both Sandy and I looked around to see where the voice. . She brought in her second hand, and he stopped that too, Korbaz’s biceps bulging from beneath the sleeves of her jacket as she tried in vain to reach him. She was winded by a savage kick from his prosthetic leg, the skid-like foot catching her in the belly. Her lips curled into a grin as she pressed more of her weight on him, she could hear his arms creaking, the motors whining. Finally, she managed to gain control, pinning his arms against the cushions as she loomed over him.Korbaz brought. I found a grainy team picture from her high school yearbook, but that was it. A million years ago, she had short red hair. Only someone who was tragically ugly would work so hard to not be in pictures.I suppose there was one other option. I had gotten tired of people recognizing me and pointing their fingers, so I had pretty well scrubbed my face from all social media. From the description I had heard of her actions, she seemed more likely to revel in the attention, so I doubted she had done. But last year when I myself visited the fair , I came to know how wonderful is this night celebration.Last year on the day of dussehera , I was having holiday .i was just enjoying cooking bennofee pie . it’s a gud Italian sweet dish . in afternoon when I went to market store to buy some items , I saw people are rushing toward the dussehera ground . At about 4 pm , everyone was going to mela . So I also made up my mind and start getting dressed . I had heard that there are lots of thieves also ..