Hey bhogoban, what now? Is this all there is to it? Then I shall just keel over and die.
Oh, just get me a man though. To do this with. I am weak with relief though it might mean just nothing. It's been this way so many times in the last 2 weeks.
F goes to stay with I tomorrow. One can never appreciate a dog enough. You get used to its fur and that you will find dog hairs on your person at the strangest times. That a kyabla face will look at you questioningly and that you will receive occasional tail-lashings.
But let's not gush. It is probably nothing and we will return to the heart-clenching, bone-wearying grind.
Bad English is my birthright
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will visit F as soon as I'm in city.
there, i put it in writing, see?
thank you. i wish there were more dogs on the streets in delhi.
eki, shudui toh kukur gada gada (ar mota mota beshir bhag khetre)..no beral in fact except near Olidi's place
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