Bliss of life
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When giving out their new born child became an option they cannot decline and getting him back older became trouble for newlyweds. They have to make the decision of whether to do it or not. Enjoyment sometimes come out of suffering, a young girl went to the city to look for means of survival but she doesn't know some things come with a price, how will she face life in such moment Find out more about them in the "Bliss of life" ................... A preview of the story "I don't think I can continue feeding you, you also need to work" a lady said. "But you know have tried searching for job but my efforts are not productive."another lady responded. "Then look for another way" "By saying another way, did you mean what you propose to me before.I can't do that at all sister "Then continue to survive and feed yourself " "Please don't be like that sis." "I will be whatever I want and that is my final decision."
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