No one lives long in a war. — Sanchit Gupta, The Tree with a Thousand Apples
No one lives long in a war. — Sanchit Gupta, The Tree with a Thousand Apples
No one lives long in a war. — Sanchit Gupta, The Tree with a Thousand Apples
No one lives long in a war. — Sanchit Gupta, The Tree with a Thousand Apples
No one lives long in a war. — Sanchit Gupta, The Tree with a Thousand Apples
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No one lives long in a war.

— Sanchit Gupta, The Tree with a Thousand Apples
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