Tom and brady are fond of discussion at the public park when they relax sometimes with their fellow collegiates and street colleagues.They strolled away from the waterfront stretched out on the promenades.As the night approached each discussant with journals,tattered and squeezed tabloids,tucked behind,slowly dispersed into different paths.They got home and headed into the library where they had internet facilities in addition to voluminous resources on the shelf mainly books,journals and bunch of tabloids and old newspapers scattered on the couchs.Tom sat on the edge of his seat as they bantered away the night,room lightnings radiating on their heads.Reflecting the day,brady burst into hysterical laughter,flung unbuttoned black swedeshoes against librarywall and reboundedto hit Tom's head'.christmas tree is on.Spare me please'Sorry pal.Now let me ask,do you agree with those guy Putin is a dictator?i know you always have a different side to every story.Perhaps it speaks volume why you did not utter a word.''