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  1. Ivana M19 August 2017 at 03:26

    Chocolate gets all the blame! What a great expression :)

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  2. Aditya's Snaps19 August 2017 at 03:26

    Really Good Article.

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  3. Sonja Josipovic19 August 2017 at 03:34

    Chocolate gets all the blame! LOVE IT!

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  4. Jatin Mandav19 August 2017 at 03:57

    Chocolate gets the blame! Great line!

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    1. DEBOJIT19 August 2017 at 04:43

      Thank you. Means a lot.. And the line us because of maximum child rapes in India are done by shpwomg chocolate packs to kids first, taking them out into a corner.

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  5. Manoj19 August 2017 at 04:03

    Meaningful lines. Awesome writing. Wish you all the best.

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    1. DEBOJIT19 August 2017 at 04:42

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  6. Anonymous19 August 2017 at 04:09

    Really good thanks !

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  7. SouliciousSona19 August 2017 at 08:06

    wow, That's really awesome , you are writing so well :) I enjoyed reading this actually, Thanks for sharing !

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