Frisbee ✔
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"Do you think it's easy to forget a memory? A memory of boy with whom I have played all my childhood. It's not easy. Believe me such childish memories became so much more for me in the years that followed up. And after years of wait,he wants me to start anew. Isn't it blasphemy?"(Sara )
"As you said, I was a memory so then why don't you let it go." (Musa)
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