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My poor ticker wants to know right away. No! No more suspense, No more deliverance. Scheduling for being a Seven years friend, Five years lover, Two years fiancé? How long do you mean to stay? Would you plan to arrive any early? Can you cut the chase for me, please? Fine. Never mind. I can wait. But I say this one last time, "I nomore love tragedies; wherein it ends like - *She was crazy like love. He had the brilliance of all smiles. They were both made for each other. But they never met*."
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
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My poor ticker wants to know right away. No! No more suspense, No more deliverance. Scheduling for being a Seven years friend, Five years lover, Two years fiancé? How long do you mean to stay? Would you plan to arrive any early? Can you cut the chase for me, please? Fine. Never mind. I can wait. But I say this one last time, "I nomore love tragedies; wherein it ends like - *She was crazy like love. He had the brilliance of all smiles. They were both made for each other. But they never met*."
jwala-kay
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Indian
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
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