All this filled so much anger in methat I in rage got hold of our cousin's shirt and was about to hit himwhen the cousin shouted, "Why are you forcing...me to do this, you are alsomarried, why don't you marry Raj?"After this he shrugged off his shirt from my hand and left the place.The cousin had left, leaving us all in grief and pain as what to do next?I was also not sure what to speak for he had asked me to volunteer and Ihad till now not even thought of this. But the thought brought a. Calshott reached for his briefcase and went to pull out a manila folder. "Just for clarification. Was this for termination or relocation?" Goodness I hadn't realised the first was an option. I mean surely you don't... ?" Kill people? No. Of course not. That would be very illegal I thought I should ask though. Just to be clear."Adrian looked at him wondering how "very" illegal activities differed from just simply illegal ones. "Oh. Well. No. 'Relocation' you called it? Yes, I suppose that would. .Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the subject came up of how she helped a friend paint her bedroom over the. I found myself watching the other guys smoking and learned that Michael was not the only hot smoker that I knew. Michaels’ friend Brad was at the party that night. Now Brad is just a bit younger than Michael is. Brad was 19 years old the same age as me, he has blonde surfer hair and hazel eyes nice tan and build from working out and surfing all the time. Now Brad was the flirtatious type and he knew he could be to be because Michael and him were very good friends and Brad would not do.