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bhai dhuj her fingers tremulous as they touch his forehead with a dash of saffron her voice intones a ditty from a faraway land the chemicals in her mind play havoc with her esteem he was brutal in trying to cut her demons to size rise and shine you deserve better than pity his each word-blow reducing her further forgive me, sister
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