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Originally written/posted by Coz on June 10, 2005 in cozbaldwin.com – Uncensored. “I hate emo rock,” she says as she takes the last drag from a cigarette she never smoked and turns off the TV. A few moments of silence pass between them as they stared at the same broken pattern on the carpet before he interjects a little chuckle. A confused an annoyed “What?” is asked, as if to express disgust even by hearing his laugh. “I just think it’s so weird, you know? We stare at the same fragments of carpet and come up with different theories for how it became so.” “I really don’t see what that has to do with anything.” “No, you just don’t want