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The gloomy night of present will then become the past, but the shine in him will rise like a 'star'. (Read in caption) There's the way to shine, where he can find a way to live. If there's a way to live, then he knows to calibrate with the chunks of time which celebrates the random event to change the card from day to night.

The gloomy night of present will then become the past, but the shine in him will rise like a 'star'. (Read in caption) There's the way to shine, where he can find a way to live. If there's a way to live, then he knows to calibrate with the chunks of time which celebrates the random event to change the card from day to night.

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G O N _ Ann must have been searching for a fine corner to sit and weep for all that was going through. She was already fiddling with the house articles and essentials, I doubted her heart which too was unrestful. " Don't burst the bubble wraps you lazybones!" warning us, she went on instructing workman in the adjacent room. That fury was understood. I gazed at Nancy, her eyes had much the same to speak. She cringed " Mu-um!" and ran after Ann asking, " where's my journal, did you cloth it?". Nothing was heard the following second. I opened my way to the verandah. The wind was asleep, saplings of tulsi and other vines were missing. I latched on the hold of railings with hands and the stillness with my soul. A spot it was, we loitered the life we could've never lived. The world that we saw stirring outside and forged one therein. How does one react to the situation? I grappled and led the downstairs in a hid. The halfway between I saw a lorry standing reverse by the side of our building. They were hauling the almirah at that juncture, I saw the stickers of childhood we labeled on it. Followed by divan, air cooler, briefcases, and chest of drawers, I found my bowels loosened and my heart twitched.

G O N _ Ann must have been searching for a fine corner to sit and weep for all that was going through. She was already fiddling with the house articles and essentials, I doubted her heart which too was unrestful. " Don't burst the bubble wraps you lazybones!" warning us, she went on instructing workman in the adjacent room. That fury was understood. I gazed at Nancy, her eyes had much the same to speak. She cringed " Mu-um!" and ran after Ann asking, " where's my journal, did you cloth it?". Nothing was heard the following second. I opened my way to the verandah. The wind was asleep, saplings of tulsi and other vines were missing. I latched on the hold of railings with hands and the stillness with my soul. A spot it was, we loitered the life we could've never lived. The world that we saw stirring outside and forged one therein. How does one react to the situation? I grappled and led the downstairs in a hid. The halfway between I saw a lorry standing reverse by the side of our building. They were hauling the almirah at that juncture, I saw the stickers of childhood we labeled on it. Followed by divan, air cooler, briefcases, and chest of drawers, I found my bowels loosened and my heart twitched.