Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: I had the same sick feeling every time I lost her. She slipped through my fingers, and my stomach dropped right out of me - the way you feel when you’re on a rollercoaster and the car takes a big drop. Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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