The woman said to myself: Who better to help those unfortunate than his pitiful patch, which is also carried in the hearts own pain? She stayed to comfort them, and sailed to continue the search for the house had never known misfortune. But wherever she goes, from the shabby little house until the villa magnificence, she heard innumerable stories to other stories about the pain and misfortune. she was too busy wondering consolation to lessen their suffering that finally forget her journey to find magical mustard seed, to the extent not realized something that, really, the pain has dissipated from her life from when.
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