Fabricated breakthrough

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She ran up to me and gave me a strangling hug, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered 'thank you' in my ear. 'What for?' I asked and she answered, 'for writing such a beautiful poem in my name.' That was the first time I saw her cry so I knew for her it was a breakthrough, and I didn't have the heart to tell her that the name on the title, wasn't hers.  

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