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No more us. Unrequited love. Is there really anything else that provokes as much expression in us?
Willow. Anthropomorphic balm to soothe the above.
Ode to the end of friendship. But of course the ego kicks in, with it's lieutenant, Brave Face. Marching with the 1st Battallion of Subtle Digs, they tell us we don't care any more.
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