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>> Saturday, September 13, 2014
Moustache
55 Fiction
He loved taking her in his arms, hugging her tight and kissing all over her face whenever his heart overflowed with love for her.
She would blush and smile at him whenever he did it.
This time, little Ankita broke into peals of laughter and she cried;
‘Papa, your moustache is tickling me!’
55 Fiction
He loved taking her in his arms, hugging her tight and kissing all over her face whenever his heart overflowed with love for her.
She would blush and smile at him whenever he did it.
This time, little Ankita broke into peals of laughter and she cried;
‘Papa, your moustache is tickling me!’
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