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It was nighttime. It was nighttime.
As soon as he opened his notebook he saw an amazing portrait of the woman that was on his mind. As soon as he opened his notebook he saw an amazing portrait of the woman that w...
Anmol was just fourteen when he lost his drunkard father leaving Anmol and his mother in grief, sorr... Anmol was just fourteen when he lost his drunkard father leaving Anmol and his m...