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Your Lack of Sensitivity You didn't take me to the prom or buy a corsage for my wrist. You simply asked if I wanted a ride in your Astin Martin. I'm still twisted from your coming on to me. I'd not seen much, and you forced me to see the bad and the ugly. While in London I got the flu, and was so sick you asked if I wanted to call my mom. Then I knew, only she would care for me. You frightened, with your lack of sensitivity.