”“Right, right.” My wife's eyes widened. “What if he edits you?”“I was edited by the Most High.” I frowned. An idea hit me. “What?” ...y wife asked. “I know that look.“I wondered if there were clues in how I was changed that would let me figure out this other person. I mean... There are some differences to me.”“Check!” my wife said.I pulled out my phone. Even though I had done my three edits for the day—I wouldn't get any more until midnight hit—I could still use the app to exam people, learn. Holy shit! Magic! I yell and read the note on it. This is for you, my love it reads. I smile at you, and offer my neck out, so you can put on the collar. It snaps shut with a satisfying click. It has a name tag engraved with the words For my one true love. I hug you, and lick your face, like the cute kitty that I am. We walk into Lower Links, and we see an elevator. We go inside and look at the numbers. Instead of a number, they all have a certain type of fetish or porn on them. I see your eyes. I turned to see who had made the comment, and was instantly transfixed by the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. It was as if everyone and everything in the room had gone out of focus, except for her face. I’d never thought one way or the other about love at first sight, but I know that that’s what happened. I could almost see an aura or halo around her face. Sounds hokey, but that’s exactly what happened. And I could immediately tell that it wasn’t one-sided. She took my hand and said, . We talked about old days and current days. Then the talk shifted to day to day gossips, when he told me that on so and so place a guy bashed a man who was collecting contribution.I instantly remembered the event that it was me. I wanted to tell him proudly that it was me who did that. But opposite to it I asked that what was so serious about it. He said that the person got beaten was some person named Appu and he was among the men of Narendra Suryawanshi. I was unfamiliar about this name and so.