Treasure Island

Atef Ayadi


Miss Aywa.....the history begins when you graduate from my history department....


other wise

you....need .....
a H1V1Atef...vaccine...tested on your immune system....then another trial........and promotion...and pure profit.......


than time from graduation....for my history department....u

the thesis...is..

if you wait......for me to stop by.....you need to smile....

other wise...the history will misses the graduation....good time....
the jumping...and all the weird stuff....


the grade is fix to be

between....excelent and good-enough
to start a new love career by her own....

Submitted: Tuesday, March 09, 2010

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