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Zafar Iqbal's novel is complete in the dark planet.

The man sitting on the other side of the table once looked at the video module, then looked at Yuhaa, and he looks like he still can not believe that Yuha is sitting in front of him.

Are you yuha

Jua shook his head, said yes. I'm jealous I did not remember I came last week

Yes i have The man shook his head, what do you do with the words.

I'm the vocalist. Jua tried to make his son-in-law serious, saying, whom you call the poet

Poet?

Yes I can sort out the words in such a way that a simple one thing will be extraordinary.

It is a matter of fact. The man sitting in front of his cheeks said to scrub his throat, I thought these things got up. I thought it was possible to do all of the Quantum Network. Draw a picture, create music, write poetry-

Juhah laughed smile, said, why not? Surely it goes. But that picture, that song or that poem will be very low level. Ridiculous, boyish! If you want true art, then you need genuine people. Pure poetry can write only the pure brain of authentic people. Jua tipped his head and said, to write the original poem, the real syntax connection between real neurons.

The man sitting on the other side of the table filled his heart with a breath, saying, 'Do not take anything for yourself, son, but I guess the author of the poet does not take care of such people.' I see everyone in your letter and take it very seriously. With the initial pick, it has reached three steps. With the permission of the academy,