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TUHI BAATA [Friendship OR Love???]
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Tuhi Baata
What is more important....
Friendship or Love???
I held her hand tightly. I wanted to cry loudly, but I couldn't.
Her eyes were wet but still she was smiling.
A drop of tear rolled from my eyes.
"Why are you crying? " She asked softly.
I didn't answer.
"I'll be back soon." She said.
I looked at her. She wiped my tears.
"I promise" She again said in a low voice.
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