he also stood there so long waiting that the short juice vendor who wrapped a three yard material around himself and spoke in a Bengali accent , got annoyed, he wanted the man to buy his sugarcane juice, but the man rebuked him cheerfully comparing it with pure poison that was not easy these days to find like other commodities it was also contaminated and diluted, if he was rejected in love then he willingly would drink that tonic from his stall to make sure it killed him he promised double the dose of one glass would be good enough
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