Wednesday, March 14, 2012

I wonder

Sometimes I wonder if I were a novel writer, a story about myself. something worth to write and, deserved. What I've done to people involved in my life. I asked myself in a lounge waiting 'till my calling in teeth clinic, texting this as a draft.

It's been almost a year since I went to our family favorite-like-to-talk-more dentist that I forgot how he looked like the last time. but this obeyed and smiley boy that "popped out" entering the front door with his quite young feminine happy woman to come along are welcomed by a luxurious-perfect-bling-on-her-fashion and sweet-scented lady sitting beside me. "Now I remember," This boy is his twin. they are a happy family. they are affordable. I wonder.

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