Once upon a time in a small village of West Bengal there was a cyclist who went everywhere with cycle. There was a measurable history behind the Hercules cycle, at that time I was not aware of Hercules, today I know Hercules is son of Jesus, a very powerful n a spiritual person in the world. Suddenly the cyclist wanted to visit visit some relatives
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