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Death parts sweetly


There was a girl. She lived all alone in a one-room house. She cooked her own meals and cleaned her house. She waited for the day. The day when she would leave that house. But, Fate had it written down that she would die. As she lay in her bed, she didn't cry. She didn't beg death to let her live. For she had no fear of Death. As he greeted her, she smiled gently. Death parted with her. His heart softened by her fearlessness. He brought her to his home; a small part of hell. In which, he took her as his wife and prolonged her life.
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