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 | Oh, Padre.... John has run away on our wedding day! | |
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| Wow. What a bummer for you, my child... better luck next time. | |
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| There are four hundred wedding guests just sitting there waiting to see John kiss me in Holy Matrimony... | |
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| What are you going to do? | |
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| Got it! .......Let's load up all of those very expensive wedding presents and head for the border... I call shotgun. | |
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| I can't my child. When your father finds out about this after paying for the wedding, I'm going to have to bury him. Go in peace and send me a postcard from Mexico City. | |
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