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I got married once. I was only 4 and she was a much older woman at 5. It didn't work out. We had such different lives. I was all about the sandpit and she was all Barbie this and Ken that...
In the end I didn't know who she was. All I knew was I wanted her juice box but not the responsibility that came along with it.
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| Posted by a very carefree MadDog
on Wednesday January 30, 2002 at 2:45 PM - (0 comments) |
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