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May 15
I saw you hiding behind a short woman, avoiding my tender love at
all costs. You can't lie to yourself for the rest of time. I told everyone
that our love affair's permanent, like India's furious nature toward
Sikhs. Don't play hard-to-get! Don't hide behind midgets. Stop
throwing good money after bad. Stop having *** with my dad.
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