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By birksy
You want me to go? You can't live with me? Get a grip, girl, we're living separate lives, no interactions, no intersections, we share nothing, but nothing. Of course, the truth is my independance, my new-found right to say no, to tell you what I think, it's an irritant you can't scratch anymore. I'm not going anywhere, not until we all move out, gonna be with my kids as long as I can, what a shame you won't get your way this time. Press pause, my choice this time. Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 10:39 PM PST, Simon Birks 18 • 0 • 1
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