"I hate the way you talk to meand the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat bootsand the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.It even makes me rhyme.
I hate it-I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not aroundand the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly, I hate the wayI don't hate you, not even close,
not even a little bit,not even at all."
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