I will run away from you.
Right when you start walking toward me at the wedding.
Just run away screaming...
aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
No way!
Get me outta here!
Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
Never.
In a million years.
I wanna stand there with tears streaming down my cheeks and watch you walk and see everybody else crying.
Love you Bambi.
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