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Saturday, September 15, 2007
 the only man I know who is likely to show up for a wedding with the perfect attire for any eventuality.
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Mrs. Sandwich would have gotten my vote
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first, um, grandma-approved makeout sesson?
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 gives me blue steel
 in the frames right before this one, I thought the expressions on their faces were just a little reminiscent of that scene at the end of The Graduate. i'm glad it passed quickly.
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it's the old no-longer-living-in-sin kiss
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 the priest was perfect with his red nose and all
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rowdy babies and restless old dogs
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 attended from a distance
 on her dress and the paper runner. everyone other than her thought it was really cute. she seemed to think it was frustrating, mainly.
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