butyoudidntkillthedeputy

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zendaya wearing archival vintage balmain couture gown from 1956.

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I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.  But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.

                                                                  Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

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