NATAS (in english)
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Last published Wed, Oct 31, 2018
"The crazy thinks he is wise and the wise recognizes himself crazy" Am I crazy ?
This question was the one that was stuck in a man's soul . Read till the ens and judge by yourself ; ) 5 parts
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october
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