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He wanted to cry, but he couldent.the tears just wouldent come.he sat there reading.feeling emptier and emptier with each word.his feelings toward her were would never be returned.somehow he already knew that.but he still hung on to a sliver of hope that there would be something.but as he read,that tiny hope was shadered.he finished reading with eyes full of sorrow.he layed his head on his desk.he sat there for what seemed like an eternity.the sound of his door opening startled him."im going to the store,ill be back in a few",said his mother."is everything ok?",she asked."fine"he said,"just thinking"."ok",said his mother,a little skeptical,and closed the door.he listened to his mother leaving.front door slam,engine start,the sound the tires made as they backed off the rocky drive-way.he was trying to avoid his own thoughts.the same thoughts that once comforted him,gave him a release,a place to hide,his own blissful oblivion.but now his thoughts just made it worse.he was once comforted by the thought of her smiling face.now he was doing everything he could to block it out.he sat there for a few more minutes.then he decided to do what he normally does in moments like this.write.but what he decided to write this time was something he has never writen before.and he new exactly how to start it...
He wanted to cry, but he couldent.the tears just wouldent come.
"Gentlemen? Bitch, I radiate chivalry!"
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