Little Girls
Sweat dripped from Lalita’s forehead, her chest barely covered, heaved as her fingers shivered on the granite floor. She never imagined this is what giving…
Sweat dripped from Lalita’s forehead, her chest barely covered, heaved as her fingers shivered on the granite floor. She never imagined this is what giving…
It takes a certain kind of bravery to bloody battles, a certain kind of courage to bear arms. It takes a certain kind of wickedness…
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