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No Questions Asked

I talk, you listen. It was as simple as that. If I needed you, you were there, no questions asked.
Only it wasn't that simple. It was more of an, I talk, you spread the word, situation.
Maybe you were thinking I wouldn't find out, but I did. And you knew it.
You told my secrets, to all who would listen. And you laughed when they used them against me.
When I told you to stop you said you would, but you didn't. I stopped talking, stopped telling you. You had no more against me. Nothing to tell. No questions asked, no questions answered.

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