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Ali
Karachi · 2014
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Every lunch we sat under the bitter tree by the school gate, the one whose leaves our mothers boiled for fevers.
Ali, you were the first friend I ever had in that school.
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Karachi · 2014
Every lunch we sat under the bitter tree by the school gate, the one whose leaves our mothers boiled for fevers.
Ali, you were the first friend I ever had in that school.
بقية هذه الرسالة مختومة.
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