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Friday, September 19, 2008 10:57 PM

I decided to go to Hazwan's house for breakfast.
Sorry floorball mates. Maybe next time.(:
I'm tired. Tomorrow I'm working at from 11am-7:30pm.
Its at HARBOUR FRONT STATION. YAYYY!!!

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Dudette



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