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Blink twice if you're okay.
It was uncomfortable and somewhat humiliating, but not painful.
We'd come so far in eleven months.
There was no way for me to win.
Sitting around afterwards watching a movie while we complained that we'd eaten too much but still found room for a slice of warm pecan pie with vanilla ice cream. And I'd been looking forward to having Chris join us this year for it all.
But Jolie was insistent that we have a regular wedding, like she's always wanted.