My Father Left Behind

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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My father left behind Wednesday,8th May 2019 I have asked no heaven neither flowers from the rain not happiness or pain it is just the request plain sometimes reader friends irritate and seal the fate when asking about the interaction they come out with a reaction "I use a simple phone" another one is recently broken, or they may say"can you help me, dear"? I will talk daily and stay near are you single or married? the impression is always carried here people want to love and care only the person should prove honest and dare Facebook is a family where fake or honest is already in the game some may be really sincere and others just stare from the distance so many smart moves are made like "My father died in battle and left millions" can you be my guardian? this is a simple ploy and such things come from Americans Hasmukh Mehta

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