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Sunday, Apr. 30, 2006
1:44 a.m.
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We've been on the phone for hours and I am tired of explaining.

"And now she starts with the water works."

I've started crying, I am choking, I can't breathe, I hate how he doesn't give a damn.

I tell him,

"I would never cry over you, you son of a bitch," and I hang up.

I can't feel anything.

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