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There is that special person in your life. You know, the guy you despise; of who you do nothing rater then twist the neck of; who drives you to insanity; who bus you like hell just by being near; who makes your fingers itch after to punch him. That guy who you must fight with every muscle in your body not to beat up.
No, I’m not talking about your overprotective big brother or your oh-so-annoying little brother, both who you really truly love. No, I’m talking about the guy you are, whether you like it or not, thinking about twenty-four hours a day tree hundred and sixty-five days...
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