Look at that marvel of a coif. It looks like a pastry. A delicious, buttery pastry that probably has some of that creamy cheese inside that is one hundred percent artificial in composition. And that color is amazing on her. Forget breaking up a wedding. She should show up with a tiny pistol embedded in her handbag and shoot the minister who impregnated her long ago with a love child. It is soap opera at its finest. Soap opera and snacks.
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