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The one who played Russian Roulette.
The one who waited a decade.
The one who buys me candies.
The one who danced all night.
The one who drives an Audi.
The one who uses accounting software.
The one who lives in China.
The one who speaks Mandarin.
The one who is immature.
The one who belongs to the Golf gang.
The one who is married.
The one who is divorced.
The one who had a wingman.
The one who is a wingman.
The one who checks teeth.
The one who is supposed to give me my pills.
The one who is my buddy.
The one who was from agency.
The one who is young.
The one who sells planes.
The one who flies planes.
The one who belongs to the mile high club.
The one who I dreamt about.
The one who sells phones.
The one who repairs planes.
The one who takes photos.
The one who belongs to the past.
The one who is a metrosexual.
The one who grosses me out at the thought of it.
The one who studied rocket science.
The one who became the benchmark.
The one who has a bowling ball.
THe one who works for BNP Paribas.
The one who works for Merill Lynch.
The one who works in Millenia Tower.
The one who works for World Bank.
The one who worked in Hong Kong.
The one who reminds me of cuttlefish.
The one who reminds me of Nasi Bryani.
The one who asked me if I like red fruits.
The one who came too close for comfort.
The one who works in telecommunications.
The one who was a goth.
The one who was Roger rabbit.
The one who is Spiderman.
The one who keeps fish.
The one who came from Paris.
The one who went to Australia and Egypt.

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1 comments:
I like the lines about Spiderman and fish.
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