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I am really confused, how did you do this? is that picture not from your wedding, three years later?
It's a secret blog post! I remember this day. I was still in Brazil, but I knew Kyle's wedding day would be awful, so I dressed up like I envisioned it to be, and a communist vulture flew by and built a house of cards on my noggin. And someone stole my cookie. That was a bad day.
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