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carmencita ago

I remember sitting on my sofa in front of my laptop that horrible Sun. morning. While I was still trying to wrap it around my head she came out to give her fake speech about how broken hearted they all were. It was like a knife going into my stomach. The first wound was bad enough and then she had to twist the knife. She needs to feel the same pain. I live for the day.