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Fearless motivation

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Cute little dog

Cute little dog
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Yousif

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Little Mangos

Little Mangos
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SMPH

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Little flower 🌷

📸 By Sobashi.M.P.Hirushani

Little flower 🌷
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Little love

My favorite lucy

Little love

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Little city of Zamboanga

Little city of Zamboanga
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MD Sakib

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Little tiger

Little tiger
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Wisdom

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First 3d design with little effect
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Rifqi maulana

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Little cat
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kay

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Little turtle souvenir

Little turtle souvenir
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Mr

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Little Hero's
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HENDRIk

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Little bus
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I love this one i hope you do

Little men
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meDis

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my little kings

my little kings
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ddbarvaliya

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Little child with curiosity

Little child with curiosity
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A little beautiful cat

A little beautiful cat

Cherry ann

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My cute little bunnies

My lovely bunnies

My cute little bunnies
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Little Krishna

Little Krishna
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Animal with nature
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Beautiful spider net...

Spider..!
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Shah56

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Story of poor little girl

“The Poor Little Girl” is one of the outstanding stories of the first biannual International Short Story Contest 2017 written by Rachel Wilhelm, USA. The Poor Little Girl One freezing cold New Year’s Eve, a little girl roamed the dark streets. She wore no hat, no mittens, no coat, she only wore torn rags. She also had no name so she called herself Pat, short for Patricia. Pat stood, staring through a window of a big house and watched as people danced and sang and ate roasted turkey. Then suddenly she ran “home“, which was between two buildings, with tears streaming down her cheeks. Why did she have to be who she was? Why couldn’t she have all the rich food that she wanted? But she couldn’t answer these questions, so she just cried to herself. The next morning the sun came up through the mountains and spread its colors over the land but the fog was too thick and only let a dim light through. Pat stood up and started walking towards the streets to do her rounds of begging for spare pe

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