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My Dear.

Why, oh why, do you cry my dear? Did that Mister take your heart? Tore it right apart? Did you cry silent tears, why he just stood there? Do your eyes now burn with hate? I told you my dear, this is not a game to play. Gambling with jewels and you’re losing too. You got all pretty for a date. Just to have it thrown in your face. There, there my dear. Little sister is here. Where’s the key to the gun lock? Don’t worry my dear sister I’ll be back at 9 o’clock.
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