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Created on: December 23, 2008
I remember the first time we met. It was on a winter Thursday evening in Tokyo. I remember your beautiful smile and your most
graceful appearance, your first words to
me, where are your friends? And I simply replied bashfully I don't know. We talked had coffee and wondered around Tokyo for
hours in bliss and excitement. The
Enjoyment of meeting someone new made me jump for joy inside. But never did I know that this new friend could be the lady of
my dreams.
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