Some day!

I used to wonder what's with the April Fool's day on April 1st. Until I met this person and she told me when her birthday was. Then it all began to make sense.

Happy Birthday, N!

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Anonymous said…
:-O
:-O

:) Thanks
-n
9:53 AM
Anonymous said…
Nandana...Happy B'day.. :-)
-P
8:07 AM
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