There were times when we get together in someone's home for coffee. Times we enjoyed by analyzing a week's blunders by us. Joking each other was our own hobby for time Pass. I am petty sure that you can never measure there times with hours. A day can pass like seconds in there hours. Missing you all dear friends.
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