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Running over by the sofa placed in lounge; straight to the door and unlocking it, walking down the small staircase crossing the porch covered with ever green grass, all the way to a red mail box. Alan was going through all the mails she received in morning. The mail for which she has been waiting since early summers; is it been there now? Alan’s heart was bumping rapidly and her hands shivering. “So… when you are leaving for the publication […]

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