no such thing as spoilage

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He wrote, Shiloha? Hey, what and Bolab brother, I have never heard of such comforting words. Today I remember - he's been a long time-and another, the dark speaker of his own painful bosom pressed down the throats with tears, and you did not cry like the girls, you do not cry.

He may have forgotten today, so I think it's short-term.

Smile? Hey Sakha, this is not a heaven,
Pushpe the worm as well as thirst for the thirst
At least

I hope all are well-equipped. Accept my love. On Saturday, this Deen will be thrown at the door of Dinesh, in the harem on the day-the great appetite of his heart, hoping to seek intimate compassion for a little sympathy!

This time I read a text-book publisher in Negro. The first interview with that publisher of my book. The request is, for the students of lower class students, write a composition in Bengali, writing about elephant-horse camel-tiger. Taka fifty taka I agreed to be proudly, almost as if I was about to give one. After finishing the writing, in less than a few days- more than just writing is more likely to end the writing than the publisher's When the hand extended for the money, the publisher ceased only by paying one. I said - the rest? Deal slowly, said the publisher, together with all the money in one month, there is no such thing as spoilage. Well, you've got it for a long time. But one day the consolation of this many days was not accepted by the mind. I went to the shop and went to the shop and said, give money. The publisher said in front of the face and said, where is the whereabouts of the whereabouts? I said, to see the game. See the game? So be assured the publisher. It was calculated by calculating the four-storey gallery and ten pice for the tram. It will be half an hour, take half an hour! The truth is, the fact that the fact that the number is six hundred paisa countered.

This was possible for the publisher of the country!

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