I opened a bag of typical, unassuming items.
They, waiting to be kindled in the least obnoxious manner.
A trio of quintessential memories stared me in the eyes, which could not deny them.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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Everything about the text got me in ... Everything. Intricate. Very. And I am liking you.
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Thank you. Means very much to me, aditya.
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