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Dec 2012
Hahaha
Wait, you thought we were what?
A, 'unit'?
Who says that?
I was sitting with my friend
He was lonely
He asked
He's a friend
I'm not allowed to sit with a friend?
This automatically makes him my boyfriend?
Two days?
So what.
Get over it sillies
I sit with you everyday
Two lunches alone with a good friend
Is not a pink slip
You've got each other, don't be jealous
And besides, its two freaking days!
The world has not ended
My 'relationship status' hasn't changed
Calm down, and carry on.
A silly slightly ranty poem about some silly crazy friends

And, I suppose a sort of metaphorish thing for my annoyance at high school drama and how overblown things get
Lucky Queue
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