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This was the last thing i wrote, and it was yet again about my ex-girlfriend. The story behind this was she came down to my house at 3 in the morning one sunday, and demanded that i speak to her. She said she was sorry about what happened, that she regreted what she had done and that she wanted to get back with me. I guess it decribes what i did. I just told her what i thought of her and showed her the door. I haven't spoken her since.