Dear Mariio,
this post is only for you. I am writing to say I am sorry that you do not read my posts. I will stop writing in english. I hope that you will be happy.
Yours Ja
26.02.2007. u 13:27
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Dear Mariio,
this post is only for you. I am writing to say I am sorry that you do not read my posts. I will stop writing in english. I hope that you will be happy.
Yours Ja
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