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' Are you okay baby ... '
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' you are not my type baby ... '
කියා කී ඒ පිසික්ස් එක්කලා
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මේ වෙනකොට අපෙ වයසේ ළමයි සැලකිය යුතු ප්රමාණයක් විවාහ වෙලා ... විශ්වාස කරන්න පුලුවන් ද තාම අවුරුදු 18 යි ... තව සමහර අය තමන්ගේ කොල්ලෝ එක්ක හෝටල් ගානේ ... ඒ මදිවට ඒව status දානවා ... දැම්මට කමක් නෑ ... ඒත් ඒ එක්කම මං ගියේ මේ ඉස්කෝලෙට කියලා fb වල දාලා ගියපු ඉස්කෝලෙටත් අපහාස කරනවා ...
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