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The last scribble ended with some problems.

Thank goodness - the bore pump is secure inside a cement platform.
The grand leak of the overhead tank is no more a problem.

Children have written well their terminal examination. They are now enjoying a
short vaccation. The school will open on Friday.

There are scores of unfinished jobs at the office. Listing a three for which solution is not
easily forthcoming are:
1) TWO NOT PAID COMPUTER BILLS
2) UNDONE FAMILY PENSION OF TWO PUBLIC SECTOR RETIRED EMPLOYEES
3) THE BULL SHIT TEST CHECK.

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Privelege. The meaning is a special or peculiar benefit, advantage, right or immunity
So another privilege of writing mad scribblings.

This is done watching khon banega crorepathy junior The question the participant is facing is
Into how many time zones is earth divided
Karthik has used 50:50 life line.
The two alternatives available is 12 and 24.
The answer will be known after a break.
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Gabriel had the privilege of seeing N.T.Ramarao's samadhi at
Hyderabad/Secunderabad. That is situated in the necklace Road.
According to Gabriel the necklace Road is just parallel to
Ujjain sagar Road.

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Something about the rotund man who had come Online at Boviguda rest house.
He had a diary. He had a Railway register too. Sitting, lying down, sitting on the
floor and using cot as the table he was transcribing some writing from diary to the
register.

He was telling his friend "I write like this at home too. I take office correspondence and
do it sitting on the divan and watching TV.

Ah, there is yet another man - another scribbler in the world.

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The answer to the question " Into how many time zones earth is divided is:
24.
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Until the next scribble let us think about this mathematical problem.
Using only the number 8 you should arrive a total of 1000 how?

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