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June 5, 2007
O biata ratza pluteste pe Sena
fara mine. Ce soarta trista are.
Posted by Alina Andrei at June 5, 2007 1:44 AM
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;)One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.
Posted by: sidney at July 6, 2007 5:31 PM
Anything is possible if you wish hard enough.the best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.
Posted by: walter at July 20, 2007 4:34 AM
end justifies the means
Posted by: sylvester at July 27, 2007 1:14 PM
empty vessels make more noise
Posted by: steve at July 29, 2007 8:42 AM
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