This morning I had a bad dream. I don't wanna tell out as I'm afraid that it would be true...It's a matter of life and death.
Then, just now, sis said that Whisky is sick, and slimmed down a lot. Refused to eat, and looks sad. Dear God, please, not now. Or else, I'd rush back to Taiping. Don't you know how much Whisky means a lot to me? She means alot to me that I'm willing to give my life just to make sure she's safe.
Please, please, please. I hope nothing would happen to her. Felt like flying back now T___T
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