Poem Quote #6642467
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he asked what was wrong with me. So I sat there, staring at

he asked what was wrong with me. 
So I sat there, staring at him. dead in the eyes. 
I laughed. I laughed hard. 
He then looked very, very.. confused. 
I smiled, leaned in real close, and wispered right in his ear,
"Im sick." 
I bit his earlobe gently. 

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