Staring is half the victory in love. — R.K. Narayan, The Bachelor of Arts
Staring is half the victory in love. — R.K. Narayan, The Bachelor of Arts
Staring is half the victory in love. — R.K. Narayan, The Bachelor of Arts
Staring is half the victory in love. — R.K. Narayan, The Bachelor of Arts
Staring is half the victory in love. — R.K. Narayan, The Bachelor of Arts
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Staring is half the victory in love.

— R.K. Narayan, The Bachelor of Arts
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