time to time again, we are back on the road searching for him. the him who brought laughters into our lives. the comforting hug that wrapped around us. the familiar smell of him next to us. the assuring look in his eyes. the feeling of being loved by someone who we thought would be the last in our lives ever. but the ever last is usually not the
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like a broken recorder...hugs...can identify. :)
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