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Break up with beloved


A boy was dating a girl who always hurt him. one day, she broke up with him and told him, "I don't ever want to see you again."

A few months later, the girl had a change of mind. She realized that she loved the boy too much. So she went back and said to him, "Give me just one more chance. I love you and I need you . I promise that I will never hurt you again." 

 But the boy just laughed and said to her,  " Only a fool would take back someone who hurt them so much."
The girl felt hopeless and began to cry. Then the boy put his arms around her , held her tightly and said, "........ and I am one of those fools. 

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vocabulary: 
1. hurt: আঘাত করা 
2. broke up (past form of break up): সম্পর্ক ছিন্ন করা 
3.realize: বুঝতে পারা 
4.promise: প্রতিজ্ঞা করা 
5. hopeless: হতাশ 
.....................End................

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