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When I asked her to the prom... She just looked at me, giggled and smiled.
When I asked her to dance... She just looked at me, giggled and smiled.
When I asked her to move in with me... She just looked at me, giggled and smiled.
When I asked her to kiss me... She just looked at me, giggled and smiled.
When I asked her to make love to me... She just looked at me, giggled and smiled.
When I asked for her hand in marriage... She just looked at me, giggled and smiled.
When I asked her to bear my children... She just looked at me, giggled and smiled.
That's when I realized she was a Retard.
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
 
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
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