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( inny theng in bowled haz bean sensered bai me :) )
dab an evan feel aslep on elizas lap, durring teh weeding so i guss I well narate the rest uv teh weeding :/
"Doot yew liddl BloopyDoopyDoop" Dane yeeled, stermin thru teh dor. "I swar i weel Flapting murdur yew!"
"Dane! Git ot of here! Thiz be mah wedung!" I yeled.
"Net anymoar!"
"Whut!?"
"Puyl! Ar yew reddi?" Dane turnd to Pjul, wo waz lokin ate Tyler Hoeseph.
"Mmmm, yas baebi!" Puli sayd.
Befoar I new it, tey wear putin ringes on teh otters handes.
"WEE BE MARIED NOW, YOU MOTHER FALLON!" Dane yeled ate me. The crowd eruped with gaspes.
"Omg Phane iz real!"
"Phan conformed! I git thise on Snerpchaz."
"Tey gunna kizz!"
An Dane kizzied Poil, an dey bet uz to been murried.
"Quek, Dootie!" Poot sayd. "Her!"
We sloped teh rings, an we kizies and waz murried.
But den...
Catspur Leed waked intew teh rum. His gaze lockd on Ari, and suddunlee... nuthing drumattic happend. Catsup reestid a hant on Ari's shulder. she stud up uncumfertably and clung two jowsh dun.
"mine" seh wisprd. Tyler hoeseph alsow hegged jowsh.
"mine" he chulanjed. catsuper ahkwurdly imbraced Ari.
"mine..." he wisprd passhunitly. "Ari... i-I thennk i luv yew." catsup wated four an antser.
Ari tripped.
Ari iz fourteen. Iz dis legal? Bye.
#caspari
