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If you can't find a hero then become the one. #NojotoQuote You are the real hero. What are you looking for?

If you can't find a hero then become the one. #NojotoQuote You are the real hero. What are you looking for?

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What are the characteristics of a real teacher? #RealTeacher

What are the characteristics of a real teacher? #RealTeacher

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LIKE & DISLIKES ARE ONLY NUMBERS YOU WANT MORE NUMBERS TO BE FAMOUS Like and dislike are only numbers you want more numbers to be famous

LIKE & DISLIKES ARE ONLY NUMBERS YOU WANT MORE NUMBERS TO BE FAMOUS Like and dislike are only numbers you want more numbers to be famous

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Hatred embedded in your soul is unknowingly evident by your actions and is continuously projected through your eyes. Expressions are real!

Hatred embedded in your soul is unknowingly evident by your actions and is continuously projected through your eyes. Expressions are real!

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जो सभी का मित्र होता है वो किसी का मित्र नहीं होता👈😉 @king_thakr_Dps #real #are #rare

जो सभी का मित्र होता है वो किसी का मित्र नहीं होता👈😉 @king_thakr_Dps #real #are #rare

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*Being Real* There is a Big Difference Between Real & Perfect You Need to be Real Even If You're ImPerfect. #real be real no matter what

*Being Real* There is a Big Difference Between Real & Perfect You Need to be Real Even If You're ImPerfect. #real be real no matter what

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I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers

I like the generosity of numbers. The way, for example, they are willing to count anything or anyone: two pickles, one door to the room, eight dancers dressed as swans. I like the domesticity of addition— add two cups of milk and stir— the sense of plenty: six plums on the ground, three more falling from the tree. And multiplication's school of fish times fish, whose silver bodies breed beneath the shadow of a boat. Even subtraction is never loss, just addition somewhere else: five sparrows take away two, the two in someone else's garden now. There's an amplitude to long division, as it opens Chinese take-out box by paper box, inside every folded cookie a new fortune. And I never fail to be surprised by the gift of an odd remainder, footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four, with three remaining. Three boys beyond their mothers' call, two Italians off to the sea, one sock that isn't anywhere you look ©Abinesh Numbers