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S ave me, save me. I am afraid. I am afraid. Shouting this, he entered into the &#8211; police station. The inspector was sitting in the chair. The inspector &#8211; his both legs spread on the table like note books, his fingers- flipping through stardust magazine, his eyes- gazing continuously some semi nude pictures, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=nismar.wordpress.com&blog=1180876&post=69&subd=nismar&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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