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GSB - Chapter 11 & 12 - Check Marks & Efforts all into garbage

 

                                   Check marks

 

Days hopped off the Earth. Samhitha had practiced drawing the logo and the planet. She also stuck the pictures on the door. I had left all the crafty confusions behind. I had to do all the hard stuff. But I finished the wand, which was quite easy. 3 check marks had fallen on Samhitha’s book. But will I finish all the remaining crafts before the summer holidays? Will we be able to open GSB on the same day?

                        What’s the ending result?

 

 

                          Efforts all into garbage

 

Few nights swooped off the Earth, and a bright new day made my hands touch mom’s phone. I called Samhitha. We were planning what and all we should be writing in our Secret Diary. As we were discussing, a huge confusion happened. Maybe, shall I call it, TENSIONfusion? Because, that’s how Saketh irritated us! He saw all our secrets! Our language, our password, just everything! So, right now, what are we? We are left mind puzzled. So I came up with a plan. But the plan hasn’t been shared yet! Will I share the plan with Samhitha in time? Will Saketh interrupt again?

                               What’s the ending result?




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  1. T.SrinivasanJuly 20, 2021 at 12:44 PM

    Suspense filled thrilling version of two girls Work make us happy. Please continue. Keep it up.

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  2. T.SrinivasanJuly 20, 2021 at 1:02 PM

    Creative imagination flow through your capacity of writing.Super God blesd you
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. Shanthi BalajiJuly 20, 2021 at 1:11 PM

    Super di
    What is that Tensionfuesion?

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