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Apples and oranges
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In corso, pubblicata il dic 14, 2013
How can two people be so alike but so different? And that's exactly how I felt about him,unexplained emotions.People say "hate" is a strong word yet they throw "love" around like a game off catch...or are we just misunderstood.
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