Category : Writing and Poetry When I heare time to go home I think about you and me together . Where ever you and me will be that sounds like home to me . When I see you all I can think about is you and me together . When we kiss I go to a world of nothing but love and compassion .

A: What may be the reason to write that poem ?

At this point I had a great group of girlfriends who I spent every waking moment with . Gone were the days of lunch hours spent in the computer lab . Instead , I was spending lunch hours with my friends at bagel and sub sandwich shops gossiping and talking about boys .

A: Why would the narrator be discussing boys with her friends ?

Mom has a cold , so only Dad and I made it to church . We were lucky enough to find a parking spot at the flea market , too . I bought a set of salt and pepper shakers for 4 ( rip off , but I suck at haggling ) dollars from one of the rip - off ladies . Anyway , other than that , it 's been a bit of a dull day .

A: What may have happened at the flea market ?

I am very confused . Just in case you were wondering I have tried to be friends with this girl many , many times . She makes it almost unbearable most of the time . I really do n't like to talk about people allot but I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE ! ! !

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What may be the reason she will not talk to me ?