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2009.
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| Summary/Abstract |
I had lost track of the number of times that i had put my notebook under my seat during the trip from Sukkur to Jacobabad.It was my most precious belonging as it contained all the notes i had made so far.The hi-roof van i was travelling in had 20 other passengers.They too held on to their belongings.Our watchful eyes skirted the road and its periphery as our driver sped,trying to make it to our destination before nightfall.
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