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By A Passerby
The Bath In Love .
The boy from his blossoming adolescence stepped in flooding youth and was little aware of the enemy that may drag his blood in guise of motherly care and affection . The widow cook in the hostel ,often shared the boy with all sorts of caresses as solace of loneliness and...
this is a fantasy story ,it teaches one to believe in it