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Dear Nabi

I have been caring for them since my father passed away. They are the only friends that I have. Together, we eat and drink; together, we sleep. They are my family and we got our backs.

Nabi, I call you. To see you lie on the ground looking hopeless breaks my heart. Can you please rise up? I know that you’ve been ill, but what happens to me and others if you do not rise up now?

Sadness fills us as we surround thee. Please, do not leave us behind. We never knew when the lions attacked you. It was late before we could see them. Get well soon, dear Nabi.

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