Sorry about that. The Itanglish pops out when I am…
a) tired
b) drunk
I’m not telling you which one I am. But you can probably tell by what is about to happen next.
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Married to Italy 
Cute!
Love the pictures!
Great pictures!
thanks! i put a lot of effort in, as you can see 🙂
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