In the morning:
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Here comes the man.
Oh no.. it's a marriage contract.
Hair for the night ($42!!!!!)
Bride and maid... sorry Christine.. took ur position.. cos i'm weaing white. =p
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, Often hot and fierce, But still only light and flickering. As love grows older, Our hearts mature And our love becomes as coals, Deep-burning and unquenchable.
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