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CG - my mother's goddaughter....you really are not nearly as pretty, perfect or intelligent as you believe you are. Contraty to your opinion, I really don't want, need or ask for your advice so stick it in your rear. Do me two huge favors...loose my phone number and please, please, please, for the love of heaven, let me know the next time you plan on coming to one of my family's events, so I can contract a really bad case of the stomach flu. I will then cheerfully listen to all of your wonderous stories (with you as the heroine, of course) as I breathe all of my germs on you.
Thanks...I feel so much better!
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