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I'll never forget
The Flowers You Gave Me
or anything else for that matter
DORITA
070191
holy in pri
brownie
anglican high
girl guide
student coucilor
st. andrew's junior college
concert band :)
living sanctuary brethen church
youth ablaze
doritarded@live.com.sg
there's not much i wanna say.
just a lot that i wanna do.
if i ever get the chance
Sunday, January 04, 2009
This is a present my cousin gave me.
My dear cousin who loves me so much that he spells my name the way i like it.
I'm not for real.
11:18 PM
