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You know, there are some things you say that no matter how much you apologize, you can never take back. You say them because you're mad; it's the heat of the moment, and then its over. It's all you can think about is hurting that person, nailing them to a cross built of lies with your paper nails. And they do it back to you, and you're actions are justified. They tried to nail you too; except you were immune to their flimsy attempts at striking you down. You thought you were immune, but you weren't. You weren't and your mad, so you throw more adjectives and interjections their way until your beautifully composed air is littered with outbursts and curses, outrages and swears. Was it worth it? Was it worth it to get it off your chest?

It was worth a thousand awkward conversations, a million glares and a hundred thousand compromises neither one of us ever wanted. She was my best friend; I was hers. And then something changed. She became too cool for me, or was I just too abominable for her to stand? But she neglected to remember all the memories she had with me, all the dirt she told me. I also neglected to remember all the dirt I told her. Yea, she stole some candy for us from the corner store, but I had done the unthinkableI kissed Sean Doner.
Being mad is a funny thingin most cases an art. There is the cold shoulder technique (always a good choice) or the Look-Right-Through-You Stare (another great choice) or you can combine the two for a double dose of satisfaction. A popular technique is the Take-Down-All-Your-Picture-Fro m-My-Locker-And-Leave-The-Empt y-Spaces-For-You-To-See move. This is one of the most effective moves if you want the satisfaction of a pricelessly dumbfounded look from your enemy.
So I tried all the moves ever invented to irk someone to the point of insanity and even made up a few of my own (like the I'm-Best-Friends-With-Everyone -You-Hated-And-You-Know-I-Can' t-Stand-Them-Either-But-It's-M aking-You-Squirm technique). Man did we cut each other deep. With every new lie, there came new truths; with every newly acquired friend, came a dozen enemies; until the frontlines were crowded with imposters and persons that had no business in being involved. And the time came for us to duke it outand it was a show. We were yelling and everyone crowded around. There was stomping off, and then right back up, and more secrets got exposed that day than in a million issues of the Inquirer.
And then, I got this call. It was a wakeup call. Well, actually

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