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Slice of a lost story - 1


Once while on their usual commute in the local train, she asked, "I often wonder why almost everyone
starts staring at me as soon as I enter the compartment. I know I ain’t that beautiful"!

And he replied, "when a cute kid comes around, don’t you feel like gazing upon him , googli woosh his cheeks, even talk and play with him if allowed ? …........ you are like that kid"!


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