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Friday, December 22, 2006

I've been shaking the box. She told me, it's something fragile inside.
But then, when i shook it, it's something soft. Soft and mushy.
I think it's either a frame or a shirt.
Hm....

The mortifying thing is, i can't open it yet! My hands are itchy. I pulled the ribbon.
The only thing left is to open the box.
But i can't!!!

She said that if i love her, open the box on the sunday.

And the problem now is, can i resist untill that day?

9:27 pm
Razzi Stifler