Infatuation
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Publikasi terakhir Sel, Agt 9, 2016
He counted the minutes going by on his fingers. He used to count the seconds along with minutes and then the hours, but that became too difficult due to the fact that seconds grew old so quickly, and of course he knew minutes did as well. So do hours and days, weeks, months, and years. They all grow old so quickly.
This story is about 5,700 words, all rights belong to me, and I'm sorry if its terrible.
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