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Well, if I have a strong impulse to write about a girl like her, you people may ask, whether she is the most beautiful girl that I ever met. And the answer is a big No! But, making matters more complicated, if someone asks me to...&lt;br/&gt;
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“Buddy, I dreamt something terrible last night. In the end of the dream, when I suddenly withdrew myself from an imminent shock, my head might have twisted in an awkward position, and as a result, I guess, I am woken up with such a painful sprained neck.”




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“But, I read another blog, where the writer always writes about what he overhears,” glancing at me the Full Moon Girl said.

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“You look very depressed today; what is it that makes you so much sorrowful and tired?”








With a sigh, God said, “Nothing particular buddy, you know, it was me who created the human beings. But, now they say, I don’t exist!”&amp;nbsp;





Thoughtfully the assistant replied, “That’s true, many people are nowadays becoming atheists. You created many religions to make the human beings turn towards...&lt;br/&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;- Real beauty is the beauty of soul -&amp;nbsp;



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