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Thursday, October 28, 2010
I don't like you when you talk to me.
You think I'm your friend, you salute me as if I were your friend and all I can think of is "will you please just shut up?"
What made you think that you might have seen me somewhere?
I'm sorry.
I should just...
Beautiful my make the night.
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