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“So who will I get today?’ asked one eagerly, ‘The most beautiful of them all,’ chuckled the eunuch. ‘What is she called?’ ‘Phulwati, Mrignaini, Meethi, Champa...’ Hira began reciting the poetic list of names. Little did the boys know that the whores down below were bald, toothless hags, some marked with pox, others filled with pus. The warm blanket of darkness made them all beautiful.”

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Box of Lies: A Love Story, Without Love

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