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I will never say a bad thing about you

Perhaps it's the slight sick 

from the medicine lowering

inhibitions, but I must say

that I will never write

a  mean or hurtful thing 

about you. Ever. ever. 

You, unlike the others, had character.

This character, to me, seemed to be

of a caliber that is almost impossible

to find in the real American world. 

Perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps

you are a brilliant actor 

You gave me a performance 

that would have Brando 

weeping on his knees 

But even if I am wrong,

the afterglow of my childish 

affection will prevent me 

from ever disliking you,

no matter what you do. 


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