Happy Birthday, Dear Seema K.

S Sylvia Frances Chan Sylvia Frances Chan
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Every year is never one tear anymore that old devil has gone to other sites to have his poorest and sour harvest bites he can never bully you anymore when you left the site, who's turn was it then? I do not remember when but he was chasing me, instead since I did not break our friendship as he said what the hell does he think he is he is sowing enemyship, that's why God gives him no bliss since you fled to the flourishing life you now lead he, the hysterical man had no grip on me, his insane head was broken, not his heart, as a token of his being terribly mad you have your utmost glee eversince, dear Seema I have mine too, I never left, not one minute I am not afraid, not one minute, dear Seema, that's it! Happy BirthDay together with Indonesia, and Many Happy Returns Of The Day: the 17th August 2018 P.S. I do not know whether the mad man, your bullier, is still alive or not, if you wish to know, please ask the Lord. Perhaps for this poor person got a silent burial, that's all I know, that's all.

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