"You know... I don't like him. I mean, I like him, he's my friend and all," she says. "But sometimes, I just want to punch him then run away."
Exactly.
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Sometimes, I like to pretend my life is a movie and that there's really a sympathetic audience out there somewhere, cheering me on, booing the appropriate bad guys and eventually, they'll clap at the happy ending (even if I can't hear it).
And sometimes, I know even if there isn't a whole theater full of people pulling for me, at least some people get it. Maybe I will too, eventually.
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