"Oh Margo, it's just so awful. My handsome, British fiancee, who totally existed, has died in a plane crash right before he was coming here to meet you. Now you'll never have met the great love of my life. Who existed until his small plane crashed in the forests of Vermont. Which is totally a place that the buyer for Harrod's would go. Do you have the receipt for all that boxed lamb?"
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Don't, no deer me! My British fiancée has died, Margo! Lily is all I have left! Where is Lily, anyway? I haven't seen her since... February.
In high school, I had a girlfriend in Canada, but she died before anyone could meet her... and we never got "drowsy with pleasure", neither.
Sob Sob Sob!
No, no, NO!!! Ah... Anyway. I gotta go, Rose, I've got a leg in the oven I better go check. Thanks for the update. Give me love to no one, since he's dead.
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