Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Papa. He was tall in the bed and I could see the silver through his eyelids. His soul sat up. It met me. Those kinds of souls always do the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, "I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come." प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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