Count Down to Love
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Last published Thu, Sep 14, 2017
What is a life without love? What is society without love? What is a society that tells you who to love and when? What happens when you refuse to love the arranged person?
I can't explain the feeling, but I'm different. And there are others that are different too. But they don't like us.
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