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my identity
My name is Md Emon Hasan Joy. My father’s name is Md Ilyas. My mother is Shahana Akhtar. I am +17. I was born in Comilla, Chaudd Village, Alkra Union, my father’s house is Noakhali, Begumganj Upazila, 16 No. Kadirpur 1 Ward, Ghatla.
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Gemstones
âIâll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where heâs gone and why,â the worthy woman finally concluded. âHe doesnât generally go to town this time of year and he never visits; if heâd run out of turnip seed he wouldnât dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasnât driving fast enough to be going for a doctor.
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Fossils
She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky-white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees.
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Etcetera
Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladiesâ eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place.