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Zim
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I said I love you.
I marched my way to your front door with a gift in hand; a note and a new leg- you've grown too tall for the one you have now, you look silly walking.
You pushed me away, you shouted at me that I lied. I didn't.
When you slammed the door I left the leg on your step.

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