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Because It's One Of Those Things I Never Expected In My Lifetime," He Told Me. "like A Comet. Or World Peace. I'm Just Used To You Being Single." For Some Reason, That Bothered Me. "what, You Don't Think Any Guy Would Ever Be Interested In Me?" Actually," Said Adrian, Sounding Remarkably Serious, "i Can Imagine Lots Of Guys Being Interested In You.

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This Dress Makes Me Look Fat," I Told Jasmine As We Stood Near The Back Of The Crowd And Watched The Last Minute Preperations Fall Into Place. She Glanced Over At Me And My Efforts To Rearrange The Folds Of My Long, Gauzy Dress. "your Pregnant," She Stated. "everything's Supposed To Make You Look Fat." I Scowled. "i Think The Correct Reponse Was 'no It Doesn't.

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