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Monday

She looked back over her long meandering life, wondering at the things she did and why she didn't do some things, but the one question that haunted her relentlessly,
Why did people care about someone who had done nothing more than offer them some good conversations and a little hope.

Is that all it took to fall in love?

She hoped so.
Posted by prachi at 4:10 pm

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