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dear liverpool gods,
i would like my two hours back.
yours (still, however impossibly) faithfully,
me
dear ryan babel,
for the few minutes that we were leading your horrific misses were just funny (thanks to that screamer of a goal). now they're painful to recall.
no love,
me
dear fiorentina,
you want to lose your two remaining group matches. really. the champions league, pssshh, who needs it?
you know i'm right,
me