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As Leah
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 8, 2023
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Merchant of Venice, a story I have read as a student, which has retained the favour of many for the longest time, has turned my world upside down. No one could have predicted this, I am sure, because it goes beyond the world of science. I have become a character that only has presence in words of a renowned villain. I have become Leah. Everyone, I am back with another story which I was inspired to write after reading MOV for my literature exams. Please give it a try and tell me if there are any errors. I would love it if you comment. P.S. I don't mind haters or people with different opinion, so just comment without any reservation :)
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