My Purple Aftab desperately searched for a custard pie that they liked to share. It would be a strange approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Aftab, who feels that this idea is simply life. Remarkably, a custard pie was the chosen thing.
My Purple Aftab desperately desired a set square that they would try to balance on their head. This could be considered a strange exercise, to many, but not to the Aftab, who expected it would be sublime. Remarkably, a set square was the item that was chosen.
My Purple Aftab desperately craved for a block of cheese that they would often annihilate It would have been a strange approach to life, to most, but not to the Aftab, who felt that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese of all things.
My Purple Aftab desperately wanted a pen that they would occasionally experiment on. It might be a fairly bizarre exercise, to many, but not to the Aftab, who felt that this idea is wonderful. Who would have thought, a pen being the chosen item.
My Purple Aftab had a cup that they would sleep with. It would be a fairly weird proposal, to you and me, but not to the Aftab, who considered that this idea was epic. Bizarrely, a cup being the item selected.
My Purple Aftab always kept a rubber chicken to break. It is an odd proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Aftab, who thought that the idea was sublime. Honestly, a rubber chicken of all things.
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