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āĻŽāχ āĻ•াāĻŽā§° āĻŽাāϜāϤে āϜāĻŽāύি āϕ⧰ি āĻŦā§° āĻ­াāϞ āĻĒাāĻ“ঁ। āĻŽাāĻšোāϞ āϜāĻŽি āĻĨাāĻ•িāϞেāĻšে āĻ•াāĻŽ āϕ⧰ি āĻŽāϜা āϞাāĻ—ে āĻĻেāχ! āϘ⧰āϤ āĻŽāχ āφāύ āĻ•াāĻ•োā§ąে āύাāĻĒাāĻ“ঁ; āϏে⧟ে āĻ•েāϤি⧟াāĻŦা āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāĻ• āφ⧰ু āĻ•েāϤি⧟াāĻŦা āĻĒুāϤ্āϤ⧰āĻ• āϜোāĻ•াāχ āĻŽāϜা āϞāĻ“ঁ।  đŸ˜ƒđŸ˜ƒđŸ˜ƒ
āĻŦি⧟াā§° āφāĻ—āϤে āĻĻিāϞ্āϞীāϤ āĻŽāχ āĻāϟা āĻŦৈāĻĻেāĻļীāĻ• āĻļিāĻ•্āώা āύিāϝুāĻ•্āϤি āĻ…āύুāώ্āĻ াāύāϤ āĻ•াāĻŽ āϕ⧰িāĻ›িāϞো। āĻŽোā§° āĻ–াā§°āĻ–োā§ąা āϜীāĻ­াā§° āχংāϞিāϚ āωāϚ্āϚাā§°āĻŖā§° āĻ…ā§ąāϏ্āĻĨা āϏিāĻŽাāύ āϏুāĻŦিāϧাāϜāύāĻ• āύাāĻ›িāϞ। āϏে⧟ে āĻŽোā§° āĻ•াāĻŽ āφāĻ›িāϞ āĻ…āĻĢিāϚ⧰ ā§ąেāĻŦāϚাāχāϟāϤ āĻ›াāϤ্ā§° āĻ›াāϤ্ā§°ীā§° āϝিāĻŽাāύ āĻĒ্ā§°āĻļ্āύ āφāĻšে, āϏেāχāĻŦোā§°ā§° āϏāĻšাā§°ি āĻĻি⧟া। āϞāĻ—āϤে āĻŦিāĻĻেāĻļā§° āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦāĻŦিāĻĻ্āϝাāϞ⧟āĻŦোā§°ā§° āϞāĻ—āϤ āĻŽেāχāϞāϝোāĻ—ে āϝোāĻ—াāϝোāĻ— āϕ⧰িāĻŦ āϞাāĻ—ে। āĻŽুāĻ ā§° āĻ“āĻĒā§°āϤ āĻŽāχ āĻĻিāύāϤো āĻŽāύে āĻŽāύে āĻ•āĻŽ্āĻĒিāωāϟাā§°āϟোāϤে āϞাāĻ—ি āĻĨাāĻ•িāĻŦ āϞাāĻ—ে। āĻ—āϤিāĻ•ে āĻŽāύāϟো āϕ⧰্āĻŽāĻĨ āϕ⧰ি ā§°াāĻ–িāĻŦāϞৈ āϏāĻšāϕ⧰্āĻŽীāϏāĻ•āϞāĻ•ে āϜোāĻ•াāχāĻŽেāϞি āĻĨাāĻ•ো āφ⧰ু!
āĻāĻŦাā§° āĻŽāχ āĻŽāϜা āϞāĻŦāϞৈāĻ•ে āϚ⧰āĻĻাā§°ā§° āϜ'āĻ• āĻāϟা āĻŽোā§° āϚ⧰āĻĻাā§° āϏāĻšāϕ⧰্āĻŽী āĻāϜāύāĻ• āĻļুāύাāχāĻ›িāϞো। āϏিāĻĢাāϞে āϚ⧰āĻĻাā§° āϜ'āĻ• āĻļুāύি āϝি āĻ—āĻšীāύ āĻšৈāĻ›িāϞ। āĻŽāχ āĻĻāĻšāĻŦাā§° āϤাāĻ• "āĻĒ্āϞিāϜ ⧟াā§°, āĻĻিāϞ āĻĒে āĻŽāϤ āϞে। āĻŦāϚ āĻāĻ• āϜ'āĻ• āĻšি āϤ'āĻš āĻš্āϝে⧟" āĻ•োā§ąাāϤāĻšে āϝেāύ āύ⧰্āĻŽেāϞ āĻšৈāĻ›িāϞ। āĻšিঃ āĻšিঃ 😉😉😉
āφāĻŽাā§° āĻ…āĻĢিāϚāϞৈ āϝে āĻ•েā§ąāϞ āĻšিāύ্āĻĻিāĻ­াāώী āωāϤ্āϤ⧰ āĻ­াā§°āϤী⧟ āĻ›াāϤ্ā§° āĻ›াāϤ্ā§°ীāĻšে āφāĻšিāĻ›িāϞ āĻāύে āύāĻšā§Ÿ। āĻĻিāϞ্āϞীāϤ āĻĒā§ি āĻĨāĻ•া āĻŦāĻšুāϤো āĻ…ā§°্āύ্āϤ⧰াāώ্āϟ্ā§°ী⧟ āĻ›াāϤ্ā§° āĻ›াāϤ্ā§°ীāĻ“ āφāĻšিāĻ›িāϞ। āĻāĻŦাā§° āĻāϜāύ āύিāĻ—্ā§°ো āĻ›াāϤ্ā§° āφāĻšিāϞ āĻŽোā§° āϏāĻšāϕ⧰্āĻŽী āύāĻĻীāĻŽā§° āĻ“āϚ⧰āϞৈ। āύāĻĻীāĻŽ āϤেāϤি⧟া āĻŽোā§° āĻ•াāώ⧰ āĻ•'āĻŽ্āĻĒিāωāϟাā§°āϟোāϤে āĻŦāĻšি āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻ•াāĻŽ āϕ⧰ি āφāĻ›িāϞ। āύিāĻ—্ā§°ো āĻŽাāύে āύāĻ•ৈāĻ›ো āφ⧰ু āĻ—োāĻ•াāϟ āφāύ্āϧাā§°ো āĻ•িāϜাāύি āĻ…āϞāĻĒ āωāϜ্āĻŦāϞ! āĻšিঃāĻšিঃ  đŸ˜‰đŸ˜‰đŸ˜‰āĻŽāχ āχāϤিāĻŽāϧ্āϝে āĻŽেāχāϞāϤ āύাāĻ­ূāϤ āύাāĻļ্ā§°ুāϤ āĻĒ্ā§°āĻļ্āύ āĻ•িāĻ›ুāĻŽাāύ⧰ āωāϤ্āϤ⧰ āϞিāĻ–ি āϞিāĻ–ি āĻ­াāĻ—ā§°ী āĻ—ৈāĻ›িāϞো āĻĻৌ!đŸ˜ĨđŸ˜ĨđŸ˜Ĩ āĻ…āϞāĻĒ āĻŽāύāϟো āĻĒাāϤāϞাāĻŦāϞৈ āωāĻĒা⧟ āĻŦিāϚাā§°ি āφāĻ›িāϞো। āύিāĻ—্ā§°োāϟোāĻ• āĻĻেāĻ–ি āύিāϜāĻ•ে āĻ•'āύ্āϟ্ā§°āϞ āϕ⧰িāĻŦ āύোā§ąাā§°িāϞো। āĻ—াāχ āĻĻিāϞো āĻŦাāĻĒ্āĻĒেāĻ•ে āĻ•াāϞা āĻļ্āĻŦা āĻ•াāϞা āĻ—াāύāϟো। āύāĻĻীāĻŽāĻ• āωāĻĻেāĻļ্āϝি āĻ•'āϞো "āύāĻĻীāĻŽāϜী  āϞ' āφ āĻ—ā§Ÿা āĻ•াāϞা āϟীāĻ•া" āĻŽোā§° āĻ•āĻĨা āύিāĻ—্ā§°ো⧟েāĻ“ āĻļুāύিāϞে। āϤাāϤে āĻ•ি āĻš'āϞ! āϏিāϤো āĻŽোā§° āĻ•āĻĨা āĻŦুāϜি āύাāĻĒা⧟ - āĻŽāχ āĻ­াāĻŦিāϞো āĻŽāύāϤে।😎😎😎 āύিāĻ—্ā§°োā§ąে āĻŽোā§° āĻĢাāϞে āϚাāχ āύāĻĻীāĻŽā§° āϏāĻŽুāĻ–ā§° āϚāĻ•ীāĻ–āύāϤে āĻŦāĻšি āĻ•'āϞে "āĻ•েāχāϚে āĻšো?" āĻšা  āĻŽāχ āĻļিāϞ āĻĒā§°া āĻ•āĻĒৌ! 😲😷āϝিāĻŽাāύ āϏāĻŽā§Ÿ āϏি āĻ…āĻĢিāϚāϤ āĻĨাāĻ•িāϞ āĻŽāχ āĻ িāĻ•āĻŽāϤে āĻŽোā§° āĻ•াāĻŽāϤ āĻŽāύ āĻŦāĻšাāĻŦ āύোā§ąাā§°িāϞো āĻĻৌ!!! āϏি āϝোā§ąাā§° āĻĒাāϚāϤ āύāĻĻীāĻŽāĻ• āϜাā§°িāϞো āĻāώেāĻ•া āĻŦোāϞো "āĻŽোāĻ• āφāĻ—āϤেāχ āύāĻ•āϞে āĻ•ি⧟ āϝে āύিāĻ—্ā§°ো⧟ে āĻšিāύ্āĻĻী āϜাāύে āĻŦুāϞি।" āύāĻĻীāĻŽে āĻ•'āϞে "āĻ—āĻŽāϟো āĻĒাāϞা, āĻŽাāύুāĻšāĻ• āĻ•েāϤি⧟াāĻ“ āφāύ্āĻĻাā§° āĻāώ্āϟিāĻŽেāϟ āϕ⧰িāĻŦ āύাāĻĒা⧟।" āϏāϚাঁāĻ•ৈ āϏেāχāĻĻিāύাā§° āĻĒā§°া āφ⧰ু āύিāϜ⧰ āĻŽāύোā§°āύ্āϜāύ⧰ āĻ•াā§°āύে āφāύ⧰ āĻ“āĻĒā§°āϤ āϜ'āĻ• āύāϕ⧰া āĻš'āϞো।🤕🤕🤕🤕

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