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He wrote me this letter before signing out...

"Hey there, words escape me..
The look in your eyes, the little words that just can't be said without the heavy beating of my heart.

The heart that misses you every time we part. You have infected me with a trojan that can never be scanned" 

I wept..........💘

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  1. hahahahaha
    kali tu sana ....
    hata kaspersky haiezi toa that katrojan ..

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  2. Anderson..haha.ati kaspersky..thats a gud1.thz1 is my favorite!

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