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In love with a two teeth man

I have to admit it. I'm in love. I can count on both hands the number of times we've "hung out." I haven't seen him in several months. He's lost some hair since we first met, and he only has two teeth. Plus, he probably doesn't remember me all that well, but I can't help it. I'm in love. Yes, I'm in love with a two teeth man, errr  boy that is. Before you call my husband to tell him how horrible his new bride is, tell me you aren't in love after looking at his pictures:








I love my nephew!  

~Auntie CC

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  1. Anna-ElizabethJuly 15, 2011 at 4:25 PM

    Oh, those chhheeeekkkkssssss!!!!!! And such excellent personal hygiene.

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