At the mill you sat next to me and hummed the songs of the singer who first sang about a heart beating for Pakistan, every lunch break.
Hina, I learned every word of those songs from you.
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At the mill you sat next to me and hummed the songs of the singer who first sang about a heart beating for Pakistan, every lunch break.
Hina, I learned every word of those songs from you.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.