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It is funny to me
How people always want to know
"how long has this been going on?"
When it has been happening
right in front of them.
Are you paying attention?
Can't you see the downcast of the eyes?
The quiet in the answer?
The uncertainty in the thought?
Why does it matter how long?
The very fact that it has been happening
should make them want to help
do something
do not just sit there and say
"I just can not believe he would do that."
When the things she says are stranger than fiction
yes, he did not, he is doing that, he is that


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