This story starts on a cold Sunday,I just woke up and I opened my window l could feel the breeze go down my back and touch my feet. After waking up I did my daily prayers then I heard my mum call me to go get a bath.W
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This story starts on a cold Sunday,I just woke up and I opened my window l could feel the breeze go down my back and touch my feet. After waking up I did my daily prayers then I heard my mum call me to go get a bath.W
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