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The Biggest Story Of Search " Part - 30 "

Published May 15, 2022
2 mins read
417 words

 Running, throwing the ball, spinning the chair, running with the spoon in the spoon, so many competitions.  Kamalus was getting all the boys involved in the competition by getting involved.  The only fun commissioner laughed. 

 The EOs laughed.  Everyone laughed.  Michael was just sitting there with you.  He wondered if this guy was digging a hole for himself by pretending to be Kamalus.  This is the truth; Sylvie's son John had come to see the ceremony.  

Dasan was wearing a dark blue shirt he had bought and a red shirt of the same color.  He bowed his head to the left and adorned his head.  The face was also powdered.  As soon as he arrived, Payal grabbed his hand.  Kamalus entered the field and kissed Kamalus, who was holding a whistle.  For three-year-old's

He got him involved in sports.  Surprisingly, he won all the games he attended.  At first Mickel did not like who this John was.  While the music chair competition was going on, one of his men climbed on stage and bit Michael's ear, "Do you know who the fear is?"  "" Who? "" Sylvie's son.! your. "Mikhail could not sit on the stage.

  He came down from the dais and walked to his house.  It was the boys who had lit the tomb as a game, and the flames burned, the neck sank, and the miserable tree sprouted and blossomed into it!  It was lying there.  Bending over and taking it off he came down the sand slope and came near the tree.

  He is capable of throwing indiscriminately.  Boog stalk shattered in a single throw.  Slipped in the green flaps and fell into the sloping sand.  Before he could catch it it rolled and fell into the drain water. 

The flower floated in the water, which was soaked with the waste water of a rope factory set up on the side.  The flower can no longer be picked up or sniffed.  Dasan stared at it with a disappointed feeling.  "Ah .. for whom are you picking flowers ..?" N Sylvie's enthusiastic silver voice. 

She was standing on top of a sand dune above.  She wore a red handkerchief full of white roses.  Its front was fluttering in the air.  Seen from here, she seemed to be standing at a height that she could not reach her head in the sky. Dasan climbed slowly down the sand slope. 

Stay tuned for the 31st  part of this storyā€¦šŸ„°ā€Ž

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