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December 11, 2007

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Lori

I think he did it on purpose. He threw up to get your sympathy and get you to have to spend time cleaning...and then he's bouncing off the walls when you need to work. It's the perfect plan. (Please know that I'm kidding)

Your dinner sounds lovely. I wish I had someone to treat me to something like that. And secondly, good luck with the party!

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