Lite lay vadhina nuvu alantivi patichukovadhu.Vadhina: anthay ashwin nenu kuda am care chayanu alantivi words ani dustbin lo vaystaMe:saray vadhina ne...u vaylta enka bye. Good nightVadhina: k ashwin good night. Am chastam oka dani padukovalisi vastundhi koncham bayam ga undhi, ina naku alavatu iendhi lay ela apudu apudu padukovadamEnka nenu entiki vachi alochistuna vadhina ni alagina dengali ani kani am alochanalu ravatlaydhu ina repu Sunday kadha chudam lay try chaydam adina oka vanka dorkitay. His sardonic voice as he repeated an old Yiddish proverb: ‘No option is still an option.’ The Jew in the French Résistance, who had Aryan eyes and a name that translated to ‘of the Cross’, had disappeared not long after the old man had met him. Possibly deeper into the underground, probably to some Nazi camp. Forcing himself back to the present for now, the old man dragged the beer crate up to the chest and sat his fundament uncomfortably on the frail wood, held together only by cheap brazen. He didn’t think that he’d get out until the next afternoon. Of course, I was upset, we had plans that I was looking forward to. I am very much in love with him, and like most girls, I crave, desire, and need my partner’s attention. And at the time, my need for him was great. To be disappointed, even though the matter was out of his control, was difficult for me to accept. Frustrated, I hung up the phone, stripped and laid across my bed. What’s a freaky girl to do on a Saturday night without her. He immediately moved away from the door not being visible to him but his curiosity made him, look again for a while longer. He could guess, the man in the other room was about 25, close to his age. Suddenly his heart rate increased as he continued to look. The man was laying very still, only his chest heaving with deep breathings in the TV light that was also highlighting his mid-body muscles.Maurice stepped back again from the door. Glad that he was not seen by the man because he was too.