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18. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐”๐ง๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐†๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ

The tension in the dining room was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Sritama stood frozen, her fingers tightly gripping the back of the wooden chair.

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Chandiniwrits

Imperfectly perfect!