Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: When Helen died, I lost everything... until that dog arrived on my doorstep; a final gift from my wife. In that moment I received some semblance of hope, an opportunity to grieve un-alone... and your son took that from me... Stole that from me... Killed that from me! People keep asking if I'm black and I haven't really had an answer. But now, yeah. I'm thinking I'm black. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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