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| So, this morning my Mom and I went out to breakfast. | |
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| My mom starts talking to the waitress and the next thing I know she's telling her about her single son who is looking to meet someone. | |
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| Mommy, I said. Is this the lady who is going to let me touch her happy place.... I don't think we will be eating there anymore. | |
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