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We broke into laughter—the kind that’s your only recourse when you feel like curling up in a fetal position and whimpering like a little girl.
The louder you bellyache, the longer your stomach will hurt.
The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.
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