ok, im sorry, but this isnt what i normally write, i wanted to try something different... im sorry if its lame..
I woke to same sound, as every morning. The cries, of a exhusted child always did. I had thought for a moment we had a routine going on but আপনি know children, but its jsut doesnt happen. It's if as though they are engineered to keep আপনি up late, have a colourful shoulders and bags under your eyes, Well my baby did.
I was young, and so was she. We had that in common. Thats all we had, She was the spitting image of him. He makes it hard to প্রণয় her sometimes.Which makes me hate him...
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