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btram30113
Tram i cư~🥺 :
vẫn yêu và vẫn có giải hsg :)
2026-08-28 00:19:08
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_vanhh_14
A :
Để ở đây nhá
2026-08-28 02:14:11
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donddoiid_25
Hận toán suốt đờiiii :
Hẹn anh vào 1 ngày e đc hsxs sau 3 năm c3,ielts 8.0+,hc giỏi toán và t.anh hơn.Đậu ngành ktđn ở Chùa Láng,sau khi đậu Chùa Láng thì trên tay e có tấm bằng giỏi,sau khi có tấm bằng giỏi thì chờ em hc xog vb2,tiếp đến em sẽ hc thạc sĩ
2026-08-28 02:43:08
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lqt192012
QUYNH TRANG :
hẹn a vào 1 ngày e đánh thắng trận 2027, ielts 6.0,học giỏi toán hơn,dc hsxs,đậu đhoc luật ngành kinh tế sau khi đậu e lấy bằng tốt nghiệp và quay về tìm a !!
2026-08-28 10:31:43
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liwibu1
Liy :
hồi mình quen anh, cx bị cấm cản vì ph lo học nma vẫn quen :)))) r mình từ hsg lên hsxs lun
2026-08-28 10:15:45
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lethiyennhii18_9
nhii ngơ như ấttt😔 :
năm cuốii roii..:(
2026-08-31 23:05:40
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matcamxuc29
Diep :
Doc than hs tb :))
2026-08-28 14:17:17
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tc_2502
tc :
em còn thi ts10 nữa anh ơi....😭💔
2026-09-01 09:17:41
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nnbn3676
bngan :
k yêu là hsxs r 💔
2026-08-28 08:21:48
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hmit_45
duongiuoy :
còn sách 11 k bn:)
2026-08-30 00:07:34
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ngtngocanh_213
máu sét⚡ :
giỏi các môn mỗi toán ngu th giờ yêu t ngu hơn à:))))
2026-08-27 17:11:06
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cobesuytinh_08
🐧 :
hẹn anh.
2026-08-28 00:55:11
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user._.5225
𝐓. :
Đáng lẽ ra vd này nên có từ rất lâu chứ giờ đỗ c3 rồi còn ai đâu để dl 💗
2026-08-28 12:39:27
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_thuhien12._
e nhím juu༗ :
Em chọn cùng đồng hành chứ ko chọn hẹn ước😊
2026-08-28 05:14:00
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thuhacute2
tiến ngọc :
vợ tôi yêu mà vẫn lên mục giảng trường với lớp nhận giấy khen đấy đẳng cấp hog
2026-08-31 12:04:25
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ennvii_011
𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗂_ :
để tạm nha
2026-08-28 05:21:21
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23_t092
đỗ hvcsnd thì đổi tên💚 :
chờ em đỗ đhoc xong e về tìm anh
2026-08-29 06:08:28
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hathinhung04
_Hanhungg. :
2026-08-28 06:18:50
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user.bi_jeu
* :
2026-08-28 03:29:43
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beor.iht
Leo :
2026-08-28 02:33:17
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rr_12129
Chug ri :
nhe
2026-09-01 13:31:37
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thuyduong1209_
🌷 :
2026-08-28 08:35:15
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mit.abcdxyz
nguyễn minh david :
2026-09-01 18:39:31
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_nat.310_
mèo de thưn :
2026-09-01 08:21:20
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diee_dyn
:)) :
trời
2026-08-30 13:16:10
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