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Anonymous said…
hi deepanjan I dont feel in spoiling my relation with a person I have never met or talked to......If it hurted u then I m sorry I wasnt pointing fingures on moderators but I dont think group is a place meant for a person like me.....so I m leaving because I would definitely protest if I find a person wrong.......If u had ne difficulty because of me feel free to mail me.........I joined groups to make friends not to make enemies
sweta raj
Anonymous said…
Deepanjan tera angreji mere upar se paar ho jata hai yaar.....................actually I misunderstood I was about to apologise and was bout to request u once again for the link to join group if u don’t mind..........at times I m sick kindly bare and fwd the same to ankur......................
Anonymous said…
Vivek: Since the tool hooks up with the free GMail Service provided by Google, changes in the GMail system may break the tool's ability to function. Please be aware that support for this tool may suspend at any time if Google decides to block its use.

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