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Captured by the dirt of my own mind, I fell in love again. After my wife’s death, I have been lonelier than heard by anyone. She was decent, celebrated, very beautiful lady! But on her death bed. Just like my wife has once been. Now, my objective was to save a living being! How? I cannot now speak! But if I tell you in coming chapters, will it be a repeat? Let’s speak of this social worker, educated, very intelligent, great-looking my second half. Am I being more than curious to have her as my wife? She has only few weeks before she is declared dead at 27.
I am enormous! Not enormous but exactly of the size of me! Hey! Will you believe me? I don’t trust me in love! I can love anyone! But why do I always fall in love with someone close to death? Am I more than curious to be happy in least?
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