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Narration began at 4:02pm, one Young House fly was dancing on my face while I was in deep sleep, initially I offer him many chances unfortunately he won’t listen to my words and actions to. Firstly he sat on my nose I ignore and also warned him I am in deep sleep better don’t put your dirty legs on my face…but he was very arrogant to listen my words, he sat on my forehead again, I gave him a second chance to, this time I threat him by two hands. Again and again he sat on my nose while I slip in deep sleep, this was my third attempt and it was a misfortune by hitting him with my hands but crashes the wall, soon I saw his cherishes from the great escape. I became very angry, I won’t gave him another chance I cleverly pay attention of his Bee dance again he sat my cheek. Oh I realize this is my chance I decided there should no other chance for him. I hit him with my left hand, finally time to say wow….wow….wow…. got him…..I hit him……a very hard hit…I murdered him…. 












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We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find.