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 | I brought you this Jello Mold for your wedding, Honey.. Just like when your Dad was still "with us".. | |
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| Oh, Mommy, you shouldn't have.. | |
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| Oh, honey - it was no trouble. I'm so lonely now that Dad's passed, I just don't know what to do with myself. I bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and bake and - | |
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| MOTHER! STOP IT! You're RUINING my party! | |
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| Well, I. | |
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| I HATE YOUR DAMNED JELLO MOLD! AND THAT DAMNED FRUIT COCKTAIL YOU PUT IN IT! SWIM WITH THE SHARKS AND END YOUR MISERY!!!! | |
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