My daughter's friend Emily and I decide we're going to get married. We're hanging out in the Cabbage Patch and I mention that we should tell her parents. And I suggest we should at least give her mom a call. Then a New Orleans food truck stops by and a couple we know grab two huge plates of food and sit down to eat. Emily gets a plate and puts a couple shrimp on it and we sit down to talk about our plans.
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