I feel the urge to write something to you but I do not know what it is. Are not you visiting us?
When you said that you would be coming to our home, I imagined you meeting my father and asking him: Old man where is Abur Raseil, your son?
My father would then become bewildered and tell you: We have none
And if he asked me, I would deny and say: Father chase her away not make a fuss. She looks like a crazy girl
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