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Monday, April 24, 2017
She smiles sweetly at me. She jokes and slaps my arm. She asks what I think and feel. She pretends she cares. I thought she did and she was my friend. I truly liked this woman until I discovered she was keeping a dairy of me at work. She bought me birthday presents. She complained about me behind my back. She got me fired. —I thought she was my friend
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