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10:54 a.m. - Oct. 19, 2002 I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way your always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when your not around, and the fact that you didnt call. But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
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