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20th March 1965

“That’s me”, she whispered to herself, going nearer to the frame and closely figuring out the details, which were exactly the same as that of hers.

A wave of shiver ran down her to see that much similarity between them, she remembered when that frame was hanging droopy when she first saw the frames over there.

Everyone was looking at her intently, wishing h

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