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when some one approached me from [[strikethrough]] th [[/strikethrough]] the rear and clapped a great flowing veil over my head with many oh la la's and ravisant's etc. You might as well know the truth now, I'll be a hell of a looking bride when they get through with me but they can't be talked out of their jeune fille and moyen-age ideas even though you're the one that has to spring them on the public. No foolin you should see it - anyhow I'll make a point of not surprising you at the altar because you'd burst out laughing. It was particularly ravishing with my assorted selection of fever blisters.