Pause

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That's the button which had broken while playing the film called 'My Life'.

I have found a replacement and put it in place today and hopefully, forever.




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Priya said…
EUROPE !!!!!!!!!!!!

All The Best :)
July 2, 2010 at 6:16 PM
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