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“I can’t take this, the waiting!” she muttered. “Just wake me up when I’m married…” From across the street, the woman looked up, and smiled

The war’s ended, but Moe’s battles haven’t

Oh, great. He’s rhyming again. He only speaks in rhyme when he’s stressed or upset. It’s official. He totally, totally thinks I’m terrible

To be fair, Bruchy did give me advance notice. Not so far in advance that I could get out of it

Everyone’s fear was that I’d turn into her

She glanced in the mirror and reapplied her lipstick. She was becoming her mother. But it wouldn’t hurt to look presentable