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Daddy, get well please.

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Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them ― a mother’s approval, a father’s nod ― are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories and all their accomplishments sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.

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Brilliant John knows it all!

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Kumar Patel: I fear that I will always be/ A lonely number like root three/ ... I wish instead I were a nine/ For nine could thwart this evil trick,/ with just some quick arithmetic.

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Specially dedicated:

Dear BFF,.
Heard that you are sick, and your tongue mouth, swollen.
Take care alright. (:
With lotsa Love,
A very concerned friend.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!! What's with the mouth?

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Sitting here watching drama awaiting for my dad return.
Was then I remember, my dad left.

Hmmmm...

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My classmate told me that I have no life. And I can't agree more.

At that point of time, my LOVEE and my baby Diane faces came to my mind. (:

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