Mem boli nahi sir inhone tu meri help ki hai tab jake meri jaan may jaan aai mene mem ko kaha ki mem aap apane ghar par phone karake bata du ki mera e...ident ho gaya hai but mem boli nahi mere phone karane se ghar wale tension may aa jayege me bola ke phir kaya karna hai mem boli ki mera nam poojaOr aap mere ko bar 2 mem mat bolo may tu aapse kafi chuti hon then mene pooja ko kaha ke esa karte hai kI aap hospital ki van leke apne ghar cahol may aapki scorty ko aapke ghar lay aata hun tab pooja. The temperature was sitting at around two degrees. It would definitely drop back below zero when night came in a couple of hours. The sun was already low on the horizon.He heard a loud, snuffling sound. It was coming from the side of the building. Initially, he was only mildly alarmed until he realised, he had come outside without his pistol. ‘Bloody stupid man,’ he chided himself. He decided he was closer to the Buggy than the ruin and he knew the rifle was probably still in it.The snuffling. I almost happily dragged the trash bags out to the industrial garbage can and threw them in. This was it. My self-mutilation process had begun. My weight quickly and agonizingly burned away. Every time I felt like eating, I looked at myself in the mirror and mentally cursed myself. ‘How dare you crave food, you fat little whore!’ my mind continually screamed through time. Within a matter of weeks, I was down to 110 pounds. The more I looked at my thinning figure, the more I enjoyed it. As my. Her flat was just behind the market square of the small, semi rural town. It was the sort of place that the tourism board would describe as a ‘quintessential, English market town’. She could see suited men scuttling off to work, Range Rovers and Nissans sweeping around the central square taking their owners to important business meetings. Shop owners - the market square was dominated by small tea shops and the kind of quaint trinket shops that looked pretty but didn’t sell anything that.