Plec la 8 fara un sfert, ma intorc la 10 jumatate. Plec office-y, ma intorc glamorous.
Someone special has returned, but who knows for how long. If only...
I managed to carry on a conversation with a fluttering heart.
I. si-a pierdut inelul, prompt returnat de un good samaritan. I. a gasit o camera foto si i-a returnat-o proprietarei (ne-am uitat la poze, altfel cum?!). Thank you karma.
Versuri frumoase pentru un capitol de roman imaginar:
You'll learn to hate me
But still call me baby
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