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- Hello? - Mom, we're home.
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You're in for a treat, my friend.
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Oh my god! That dress looks like it has been through a war.
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I told you to have it shift.
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Mom, it will be fine.
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Hey, I don't mean to be a nag
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But any word from your father, let me to adjust the seating for him.
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Not sure he's gonna make it.
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Shame. He chould have join in on the killing spring.
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It's how man bond apparently.
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Hold.
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Philip, Philip. They're here.