When I was from a place that was near to village and town, I found her having ice cream. There was enough fun when I was living there. And I went to a town life for better life. There I walked a lot to get cigarettes. There and here, I don’t know somehow I survived. Then I was then asked to be a good boy, and I wondered and lost. Then she replied once you get a cigarettes, then I must get an ice cream and make sure, whether I’m good or not. He replied, tears are not wasted here and in better grammar I only love to fail alone here, or I can’t make a promise on tears..
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