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Tilak and Sudhir
“Guess what, Tilak!” his mother said, a week after they had moved into their new house. “I’ve discovered that one of my old friends lives nearby and her son is your classmate at school. Isn’t that nice?” “What’s his name?” Tilak asked. “I think he is Sudhir,” said his mother. “Isn’t he your friend?” Tilak shook his head. “Oh! Sudhir? That chap isn’t good at games or anything. He keeps reading some old books all the time....
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