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Of Crushes, Vexations And Illusions.

I was right there lying on my bed with my brother’s well protruded soft round ”yanch” to serve as ”head-rest”. I laid, and with all that comfortability stuffed up in that ”behind”, I was vexed. It wasn’t the number of rebellious tearing carried out by my siblings on my only beloved bed, just to shine … Continue reading Of Crushes, Vexations And Illusions.