Knock, knock!
Who's there?
Sylvia!
Sylvia?
Sylvia, your daughter!
What do you want?
Didn't you ask me to come home and clean out the closet in my old bedroom?
Oh, yeah, come in. But make it quick. Did the neighbors notice you? Where did you park? You still driving that thing? You're not staying for dinner, are you?
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When are you going to get married, anyway? You're not getting any younger. What are you waiting for - Mr. Perfect?
Awww, shit, Aunt Hag has found my blog.
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