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my favourite drama


after a long time I stopped all my absurd crime i cleaned my wardrobe eventhough it was not an important one for the globe I found a CD caste I thought of doing it a taste i fed it to my computer system oh! it must be the oldest drama to see it is the funniest movie for glee tears came from eyes not because of melancholy it was all because of my merry fun overwhelming cuteness overloading innocence alone completely blowing that child don't know to whine or Greeze people in a fake way "all these days where this caste laid?" that was my only question oh the movie is non other than my childhood video took by my mom's homemade studio at last just i need to tell a phrase one who laugh at their childhood live a peaceful life while who cry at it live a detested life
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