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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
i had found a guy who always call me beautiful instead of hot, who calls me back when i hang up on him, who holds my hand infront of his friends, who thinks im pretty without makeup on. one who is constantly reminding me of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have me.. the one who turns to his friend and says " fatin nadirah is my girl. " fahmi azwan, i love you sayang ♥♥♥
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27/05
