Thanks for picking me, polka dots and all.
…but I’m right!…and coming to you live, at times
Thanks for picking me, polka dots and all.
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Glad to know that 38 years ago, despite the fact that you had chicken pox, they took you in and raised you as their own! I guess you were their long lasting Valentines Gift!