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Jan 2013
You treat me like I'm your best friend, and you love hanging out with me.

You look at me like I'm the most beautiful girl in the world.

We talk like we've known one another our entire lives.

We argue like we've been married for 57 years.

And we're still single.

Why?
Mariah
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