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May 2015
I came across an old red box where all our memories are kept there. I don't dare to open it up cause I know I can't handle it but something made me do it I opened it up and all those stuff are dusty. I stared at them for minutes then I realized that even memories gets old
pitik
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pitik  Singapore
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