I read the note that proves nothing except by its very existence.

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I caught the thrill in your eye when the first tear fell.

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I could never report you but nine out of ten questions, I answered correctly.

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You're right, I suppose, that you never hit me.

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Broke your pinkie moving a couch, eh? Left because she was a bitch? It always goes the same but it's never, ever your fault?

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