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The Other Side Of Midnight....

Hey its not a testerone high Sheldon novel that i am taking about but rather an insight about late night escapades of the modern teenagers....Hey Hey! do not get me wrong its called the cyber crawl at night or late night chats with friends...Yes most of my friends and sometimes even me is into and to be truthful there is nothing more splendid.....For me i still do not get why people sleep all night...Really the silent atmosphere is most suitable for a peaceful chat with your near and dear ones...Obviously as all great things come with a price even it has one first of all the fear of being caught and then having to answer all those question you always hated and further pricks about wasting time and all sorts of stuff....
However of late due to several such problems I haven t been quite able to enjoy this splendid things ...but to be truthful if you are one of those people who sleep peacefully in the dark just sneek into the other side of midnight and well you will surely feel that night is a really nice time for everything(from creation to recreation).

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