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Once there lived a Peterson family in a beautiful white
colored bungalow in the outskirts of Okhlahoma city.
It was a beautiful bungalow with a little pond near it.
The pond had crystal clear green water and small fishes in
the water would add its beauty. The lotus flowers in that
pond were a feather on its cap. But this was just not it; the
surrounding of their bungalow was very scenic with a long
stretched belt of Gulmohar tress. Red Gulmohar flowers
would fence the beautiful white house and would soak the
impurity with its essence.
Most of the people passing-by would definitely stop and
admire the white beauty for a while before igniting the
engine of their car. Even the pedestrians would keep
looking at its beauty while walking. Peterson’s who owned
this bungalow were very proud of it.
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