It’s raining outside and I’m warm and cosy in my bed. My favourite windows in the computer are open.
And all I can think is “how is he?”… And yet I don’t call or text him… And the curiosity is killing me… more like a concern I think… How is Songoku… Susanita, the timing of the question couldn’t be more accurate… how is he I wonder…
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cor de rosinha.... (acho q os meus comments estao a tornar-se em spam...)
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