Fiction,
My old teacher's class of life was convene one day a week in his home, beside his study's window that he could been able to look at the pink leaves of Okra. The class was convened in Tuesdays after breakfast. Our subject of the lesson was & ...
Fiction,
My old teacher's class of life was convene one day a week in his home, beside his study's window that he could been able to look at the pink leaves of Okra. The class was convened in Tuesdays after breakfast. Our subject of the lesson was "the meaning of life". He taught what he has learned experimentally.
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