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my most treasured memory, next to the day she said yes, and my back seat got wet, next to the day junior popped his little bald head out squealing slithery from her nether region. Next to the day she said I do to me, dressed in that flowered dress we spent all the money we had from JC Penney 's bargain bin, next to the day Junior bagged a Buck at the age of seven with a cheap bow and arrow I gave him cause it would not shoot straight, right there next to Thanksgiving fifty years later we all gathered round the table her and junior and me, and the buck I finally shot yesterday.
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
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my most treasured memory, next to the day she said yes, and my back seat got wet, next to the day junior popped his little bald head out squealing slithery from her nether region. Next to the day she said I do to me, dressed in that flowered dress we spent all the money we had from JC Penney 's bargain bin, next to the day Junior bagged a Buck at the age of seven with a cheap bow and arrow I gave him cause it would not shoot straight, right there next to Thanksgiving fifty years later we all gathered round the table her and junior and me, and the buck I finally shot yesterday.
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
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