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May 2013
I remember you dipped out
before I got on the wheel of
fire, shaking your head, and
I stood in line by myself. Oh,
but you'll do anything for your
sister won't you? I hate you for
this. I hate you for that.

You are too late for everything.
(c) Brooke Otto
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