One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a stranger asked him his age, and if he was not the son of Mustapha the tailor. This so grieved the father that he died yet, in spite of his mother’s tears and prayers, Aladdin did not mend his ways. There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who would do nothing but play ball all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself. You should visit Browse Happy and update your internet browser today!
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