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This Is NOT About You!
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Odes..well, not really. The tonic water just sat in her glass. She stared blankly out the window. 'Tonight is the night,' she sighed to herself. The music played, dancing its soothing coo into nightfall. The black of night slowly took over the blue hue left over from the day. 'God did the toning just right on that one.' A knock at the door interuppted her. The Postman. Finally. The letter she was waiting for. Her heart began to flutter. Her eyes, glued to the message. "Just a little memento." Nickels.
You think you're so clever, you think you're so slick, but I can still beat you, my wit is that quick. You think you're the bomb, and maybe that's true, but it makes no damn difference, you still smell like poo! (Alright, I love you anyway. Just don't let it happen again!) :P