Three episodes of Castle and I've turned into a squinty eyed detective myself, doubting the authenticity of stories other people have to share.
For example this colleague at school had gone AWOL and it was being said that her placement was not approved. But she turned up on Monday with a story about how her husband had been knocked unconscious by a conniving rickshaw driver who had then looted him of all his valuables and left him lying someplace from where he was recovered around ten hours later and shifted to a nearby hospital's CCU.
For example this colleague at school had gone AWOL and it was being said that her placement was not approved. But she turned up on Monday with a story about how her husband had been knocked unconscious by a conniving rickshaw driver who had then looted him of all his valuables and left him lying someplace from where he was recovered around ten hours later and shifted to a nearby hospital's CCU.
He came to three days later and claimed that he did not remember at all what had happened and how he ended up here. The question is, as put up by my sister, if he did not remember what had happened or how he ended up in the hospital then from where did the teacher get details about what had happened in the rickshaw. To me it was she who seemed conniving at the time, sharing this story of her husband's misfortune, telling it with glee, so proud of all the attention she was receiving when so often she tries to butt into conversations but goes unheard.
I'm already suspicious of her the way she picks up and goes through my things (lessons, test/exam papers, student journals) without my permission. God save me.
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