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B O T T L E N E C K

Bhagyamma, come outside.
On the table are some samosas and tea, bring them.
This is the man you are to marry.
This man will be your all from now.
Let the gods bless our children.
Everything shall be perfect for them, I foresee.
Now your daughter is ours.
Everything we shall provide for her.
Cherish my son Bhagyamma, he is nothing but a blessing or;
Kill us if this marriage doesn’t work.

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