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 | So Mom, about that getting married thing. . . . | |
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| Oh yes, Dear, whose the lucky guy!!!! | |
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| Oh, I asked Jen to marry me! | |
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| But it's OK, we decided to not do it, we tried on wedding gowns and felt like complete dorks, so the wedding is off, you can keep your millions!!!! | |
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| Have some Jello, Dear, it's got rum in it!! Don't tell your Father. Hey, what about that nice Keith boy!!!???He could use a cool million. And a shower!!! | |
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