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A girl was carrying a pot of curd on her head.
“I shall sell this curd and get a tot of money”
She said to herself.
“Then I will buy a new frock”
“I will buy a nice new frock”
“I will wear that frock and go to the carnival”
“All the boys will look at me”
“I won’t look at them”
“I will raise my head like this and pretent to be proud”
So saying the girl nodded her head. The pot of curd
fell down and broke in to pieces. It was the end of all her dreams.

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