Are bhai, they chop your beautiful thought into three separate slabs. Content is your heart, expression its rhythm, but grammar... grammar is the leaky tap in my Cuttack flat that just drips, drips, drips until the whole ceiling is marked down. My grandmother's songbook has perfect content and expression, but my own sentences? The examiner found two marks' worth of leaks.
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