Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: Even though I was still there, biding my time, I was sure my suffering would end. How long, I knew not. By what means would I escape, I only had a rough idea. I was twelve at the time, so it was not as though I had such great foresight. All I knew was I couldn't last much longer under their fostering. Then again, it was my first experience in a foster home. Or any type of home at that. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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