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Saturday, July 30, 2011
Smiles apart
Hay fever kicks him out of the rented bed and into a world of overcast faces. None smiled, not even the serene nun.
The smog has killed their passion for fellow men, or are they following The Emperor's eldest son. Even the sun just frowned today,
n walked, it's a selfish world.
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