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2 comments:
You brought a wingman? Am I supposed to pull a date for him out of my ass?
Dear boyfriend,
First, you got me pregnant. Then, you gave me mono. To apologize, you cooked for me, and gave me food poisoning. I love you, but seriously, this has got to stop.
Sincerely,
Knocked up and sick.
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