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The stars and planets all whipped by as Deirdre's crystalline craft sped past them. Her people, the Vlondans, had discovered that the mineral Dianthium which grew so readily on their home world not only kept their hair pink but also was a perfect material for engineering spacecraft from.
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Love for wife
The king dug 365 ponds out of love for his wife. There are many love stories in the pages of history. With the passage of time, the way of expressing love has changed a lot. Shahjahan-Mumtaz's love is immortalized in the Taj Mahal, their memorial on earth. Although the words seem like a fairy tale, the so-called King Chandilal Pal of the Pala dynasty has kept such signs of love. He dug 365 ponds in Naogaon for the well-being of his queen and gave birth to a fairy tale. Folklore of Chakchandira village in Isabpur union of Dhamirhat upazila of Naogaon, Raja Chandilal Pal brought the first queen to the palace in the eighteenth century. A few years later he fell in love and brought a second queen. The king loved the second queen very much. After a few days, Rani was diagnosed with an incurable disease.
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A Minute's Difference
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