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dakle, onaj prijatelj šta san ga zva šupčina se naljutio(a ja to od milja), tako da ga od sada više neću zvat prijatelj nego ante, u biti neću ga uopće više zvat od sada... mislim ode na blogu, al kad ga već spominjen zadnji put ode, mogu reć da je on lin samo tako, i da ništa neće da napravi, a već je sve zamislija kako će imat tajnice, pa puste ljude koji će radit za njega, poslovne prostore, blabla, a ti heheh sve radi... a baš lipo... valjda bar pljos nešto radi...

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