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Speak or read and write in English, I want to welcome you. in that language
henna
Normally I write a sort of diary about my relationship with my virtual son.
He is a young Moroccan and well, how would I call that?
Never mind, with him, I have dreamed, I cried and I have laugh.
For the moment,
it is a bit hard because he try his best to come to my country
but all kind of things are interfering with that project.
I don't want to go into the details for the moment,
as I want to have fresh news from him.
But he is studying back and well, do fitness and so on.
And he is not so very rich.
So, he has to go to cybershop to come online.
I bet that the last time was difficult for him
because my computer was crashing all the time...
And as he was upset about something it was very annoying.
But that's life.
I don't need to say that I am worrying.
I bet you guess.
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