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Jul 2014
She broke a nail,
He told her to deal with it.
He scraped his knee,
She told him to buck up.
She is having a bad hair day,
He told her to live with it, it looks fine.
He lost his favorite drawing,
she told him to grow up.
She asked if he was upset,
he said no but she kept asking.
He passed a test,
She responded with a blank tone, "Good Job."
His favorite show came on,
but the power went out half way through.
She cut her hair and it looked REALLY PRETTY,
but nobody noticed.
He achieved a really high goal in his life,
but he had nobody to celebrate with.
She said she just needed someone to talk to,
He said he was busy.
Derek Leavitt
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Derek Leavitt  26/M/Florida
(26/M/Florida)   
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   --- and jesse packard
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