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Friday, February 11, 2011

He Look Like A Beaten Dog

... Today I met with him at the entrance. He haseyes like a beaten dog. He could barely mumbled greetings and passed on. And then looked after me. You want to invite him for coffee and a little cheer, and then he just wither away.

Dream Girl

Dream Girl

Where I Will Be In That Night

Where I Will Be In That Night

Ask Her Number While She Is There

Ask Her Number While She Is There



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