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“இம்முறை கவனமாய் போன வாரம் நட்ட ரோஜாச்செடி முதல் மாடியில் காய வைத்த உள்ளாடை வரை எடுத்தாயிற்று என்றாலும் ஏதோவொன்றை மறந்த ஞாபகம் சோற்றுக்கு வரும் நாயிடம் யார் போய் சொல்வது வீடு மாற்றுவதை !”

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