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I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Mi`e dor de mare!Imi place la mare ca eşti curat tot timpul..marea te spală! -Şi e sărat nu?Te spală şi te sărează. -Tu ai fost vreodată la mare? -Nu..da` am visat că am fost.Intr`o zi mi'a intrat nisip in ochi şi am plans toată ziua.. -Şi cand ai intrat in apă ţi'a trecut... -Da..şi am visat o casuţă de paie pe plajă in care o să stau şi iarna şi vara! -Şi mai e cineva in ea? -Suntem numai noi doi..aa şi marea! -Păi şi nu intră apă in casuţă cand e furtună? -Nu..cand e furtun&#259