Saturday, July 24, 2010

Our laughter

His lashes went into his eyes because the fan is blowing at him he said.

He asked me: Dear are you OK? , with this mask on his face.

His goose bump is so fun to play with. It has no counter.

He promise me to buy a house and a car before being a philantrophist.

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