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Long time no see Skippa. Hope all is well. I think i saw sipping shaah on the 401
Thanks Huuno...Hope you're goodTuushi wrote: Long time no see Skippa. Hope all is well. I think i saw sipping shaah on the 401
Oh Tuushi, lol so cute. Money waa Mayweather
Alhamdulilah. Kinda lol. I was really never a fiction reader except for rare occassions. I am currently reading two non fictiona ones;one medical by an ER doc from Toronto and another by Karl Pilkinton (comedian)Skippa wrote: Thu Aug 24, 2017 11:45 amThanks Huuno...Hope you're goodTuushi wrote: Long time no see Skippa. Hope all is well. I think i saw sipping shaah on the 401What are you reading these days? Did you give up on the MBoTF?
All's well here alhamdulilaah
Tuushi wrote:doc from Toronto
That afternoon the police found Elana. She hadn’t left with her suitcase, as Mohammed had said, but in it. She’d died of manual asphyxiation and blunt force trauma, and was then stuffed into a piece of luggage that her mother had given her. It still bore the tag from their last trip to Croatia, with the address of their ancestral town. The bag, with Elana in it, had been discarded beside the Humber River in Kleinburg. She was barefoot and dressed in her pyjamas, nearly all of her hair sliced off in ragged hacks. Her face was so swollen that Ana didn’t recognize her. Jo had to identify her, weeping. “That is my daughter.”