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Çoçukluğumda sık sık babamın çekmecelerini karıştırırdım.
o zamanlar babamın shp zamanı.her tarafta Erdal İnönü'nün limon gibi sıkılmayacağız rozetlerinden vardı,tabii babamda da.
Ara sıra kaçırır hava atardım...
o benim,herkesin pembe panteriydi




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