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the reception
The wine flowed like water. The water flowed like syrup. The syrup flowed like . . uh . . the comedic devices in this paragraph. There was a lot of laughter, a few tears, and a lot of shudders every time I got up and danced. It was great to see everyone there - my friends, my family, Amy's family and friends, and those few random people that must have snuck in for the free food and liquor.
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"So, I was thinking that we could
throw away that ratty old chair of yours, and of course we'll give all
your posters to charity, and I already cleaned out your desk and got rid
of all that junk, and then I thought we'd take your clothes and . . .
"
"Amy, have some cake."
"Mrmfmfmmmmmfmrmfmfm"
"Adam, but mfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmfmf"
"Adam, a 24 year old man does not dance by moving around in a circle, swaying side to side."
"Dad, a middle-aged man does not dance by moving around in a . . . never mind."