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Each one of them with a story equally painful as hers, if not more. Tears rolling down their cheek. These tears, Jagadhatri knew, were not ambassadors of sorrow but celebration of strength.
Each one of them with a story equally painful as hers, if not more. Tears rolling down their cheek. These tears, Jagadhatri knew, were not ambassadors of sorrow but celebration of strength.
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