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And Anyway, The First Three Letters In The Word Diet Should Tell You What I Want It To Do.

I Forced A Smile. It Was The One I'd Been Practicing All Morning. It Felt Tight At The Edges And Brittle Everywhere In Between.

You Find The Wrong Boy, You Ask For Trouble. You Find The Right Boy, You Find Love.

Stay With Me Tonight. Let Me Hold You Even If That's All It Is. Let Me Keep You Safe.

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