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I sit alone, day after day wondering why don't my friends come to visit anymore?
Is it something i've said, or done, or something I didn't do? Then the phone rings. a friend asking for a favor. I'm eager to help, after all , what are friends for? I've done my good deed, now the favor is over. I sit, again, alone. Do you ever wonder who are your friends, and what exactly do they like about you? Pondering, I sit alone. ** #423059 Not An Image **
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