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Sunday 9 April 2017

Main ek tajar ki beti hon mera baap jab bi safar se wapis ata to

Main ek tajar ki beti hon mera baap jab bi safar se wapis ata to The only daughter. My father is called a merchant prince altjar and more goods are hyatna dsaur comes from there and he was back at the long journey of several countries that own fleet enjoying my father when traveling if a country brings back some souvenirs from tha.ayk laya.uh cat white cat passed me I was a delight and it was night and day with her walking stick and I only had time to sleep apart. I did love the cat house so that when the account of my marriage I absolutely tell my mother and my in-laws Bawa be the cat with me Will, that I was all too familiar to me laugh thy.uh cat was not eating and drinking from a hand beside me,. One day while I was alone at home, someone knocked on the door dy.myn stand on a poor pitch he saw the door opened the door. I knew it was something I bula.myn of charity that they laugh at your wedding and also know that the law will be the first level of harvest and cndalny and he was not able to hear you laugh in the happy home lives gy.myn words of his family before his house, so I got scared and I said that there must be a guardian of the student and help him on huyy.ts ngura bula.tu give me a hair on your head that this the beggar asks for my head hair, I heard buly.ay by.dyuany hu.myn Nowadays this form of magic that fancy walking hyn.kbr the right not to be poor krna.ts aysakbhy I told the world after the events of your wedding .knyz was smart, so he made of deer skin , broke a hair rugs on the floors that have come to the buly.yh the poor was like my golden hair and the hair that give our threshold of the poor in this naive meat tly.cnanch a. I would reach out to him and he knows your pakhndy hsrkrta.halankh to specify what the fate of the dykhutu consider the intention of this evil and he leaves behind. In just three miles from a deserted house he was sitting before the fire had read some bad and picking up dust from the ground and burned

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