Love is sharing that last potato chip in the bag. I know that sounds silly, but it explains why I am completely enamored with you; You are so good-hearted and pure and noble, and I could go on and on. I’m glad you’re mine, my angel.
It's The Occasion To Throng The Temples, Pray To The Gods And Give Them Offerings, It's An Opportunity To Entreat The Deities, To Bless Us All And Rid Us Of Sufferings.
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