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Apr 2015
I come here too often, Sis

What do you mean

I mean, I come here too often

You're never here

Dude I was here every day when you were sick

Yeah but that's a month ago

Okay what do you make of this: I was walking down the street on my way here and instinctively started looking for my keys!
I never had keys to her place lol
Sirenes
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Sirenes  Belgium
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