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Don’t ask me. I haven’t thought about it. Am not even sure if i want to talk about it. It is not important, It isn't even fair. To put someone in such a scrutinizing glare. It’s hopeless, its useless and even merciless to the point, Mad-hatter says I’ve lost my muchness.. You better stop this pestering really soon. Or you’ll regret your decision for many moons.
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
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Don’t ask me. I haven’t thought about it. Am not even sure if i want to talk about it. It is not important, It isn't even fair. To put someone in such a scrutinizing glare. It’s hopeless, its useless and even merciless to the point, Mad-hatter says I’ve lost my muchness.. You better stop this pestering really soon. Or you’ll regret your decision for many moons.
shivani
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
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