Everybody Finished The Song At Different Times.

Parminder Kept Her Unwept Tears Locked Tightly Inside Where They Seemed To Undergo An Alchemical Transformation, Returning To The Outer World As Lava Slides Of Rage.

This Was Their First Encounter With The Fact That A Full Stomach Meant Good Spirits; An Empty One, Bickering And Gloom.

Where's The Fun Without A Bit Of Risk?

If I Wasn't A Writer, I Would Be Depressed.

Harry Was Left To Ponder In Silence The Depths To Which Girls Would Sink To Get Revenge.