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cerita itu.

1o.0o ++ pm, somewhere outside kampus, gerai;
3 orang anak dara.

"err, air bla, bla, bla, cotek 3 *anak beranak roti canai"
"pastu cotek 2 bungkus"
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makanan sampai.
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makanan habis
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"errrr" *dgn muka blushing konon* "cotek lg 3"
"bungkus?'' tanya 'abg' waiter
"tak. makan"
*'abg' waiter pun berlalu dgn tersipu2. *okay bersangka baik, dy bukan senyum2 perli. dy suka roti dy laku tu. * *
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time bayar, "cotek 8 air blablablabla" *blushing lagi. sebut 8 pun mcm halussss je bunyi. konon!*

tiba2 rs mcm buruk lantak sgt!

tapi kan. nak compensate makan anak beranak roti canai mlm2 buta tu, we did a lil' exercise apa.
jalan2 round parking lot. *korg hado buat? muka bangga* :p

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