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
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