I massaged Hari Puri’s fingers, his eyes opened. He looked at me blankly, and I can still hear that whisper from his mouth, “I am your little muchacho.”
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I massaged Hari Puri’s fingers, his eyes opened. He looked at me blankly, and I can still hear that whisper from his mouth, “I am your little muchacho.”
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