Mhanun mi faar confident hoto. Varun aamcha beduk thoda mand buddhi pan hoti. Mala bright chances disu laagle.Rashmi: kasa karaycha programme? Sagle a...het na…Mi: tu kashala chinta kartes. Tula pyaachi aahe ka nahi te saang. Baaki mi manage karto.Rashmi: ho.Mi gharat shangitla ki aami doghe drive sathi jaat aahot. Konala kaahi vaatla naahi karan majya dildaar swabhaawachi aata tyana saway zhali hoti. Break-up cha mood change karnya sathi mi tila baher net aasen asa tyancha samaj hota.Aamhi eka. He was warm. He seemed warm in front of the group before. But somehow, on an individual basis, I didn’t know if he would be. His Japanese was excellent. He was very interested in Japanese politics, too, and more knowledgeable about them than me. Though I think I faked it OK. He told me I could ask him anything, if I had any questions about him, or anything else I wanted to talk about. Which was very nice, but I was too surprised to think of anything to ask. When it was time for me to go, he. The old man sighed. "I didn't say it before, but truly ... Remarkable!" His sudden praise surprised, more than anyone else, his great great nephew, Mr. Martinez. "A soul attack at your age, in your current level ... I was skeptic before, willing to damage your spirit to prevent future misgivings, as farfetched as it may sound".The old man looked at Zax tentatively. A coreless child with such a strong soul and who was able to perceive the existence of Qi in his body, even if not in the ideal age. Roger quickly went into the corridor and directed them towards us, two men and two women."What's going on?" asked the lance-corporal in charge.I quickly told him what little I knew."Is she concubine or volunteer?" Volunteer," supplied the AI. "This is volunteer Ameera Shafeeq." What's her background?" I asked."She was picked up in Bristol, and is of a Pakistani Moslem background."I grimaced and let Imogen and Branny take over. Moslems and Hindus could be quite funny about letting a 'strange'.