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my bed room window
Contributed by
Ano0o0os
on
Monday, 7th March 2005 @ 01:10:54 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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He used to come to me at night... when its dark and there is no one to see us... he used to climb up to my room just to tell me how much he loves me... each night at the same hour ...he climbs up with red rose in one hand.. And a chocolate bar in the other...each night... until that awful morning when the phone rang...there was a voice of someone screaming... I couldnt recognize the voice...then a minute has passed and I already knew the caller identity... it was him....
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