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Aug 2020
That night...she did not want it to rain.
Whishing for the storm to come
She wanted everything to get destroyed...completely destroyed.
And then an evil smile appeared on her face.
Khaab
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Khaab  18/F/I don't know
(18/F/I don't know)   
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