✍ Scribed by Snow, Victoria
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Mistake number one: Getting drunk in Vegas. Mistake number two: Waking up in HIS bed with a HUGE rock on my finger (and our clothes missing). Mistake number three: He is my best friend’s brother! Nooo….get it together girl. You did not do this. You did not just get married to your best friend’s brother! Okay cool down babes…mistakes happen but everything can be fixed, right? This marriage needs to be annulled. Wait…why does the pregnancy test show those lines? Another mistake probably? Oops…Did I just get pregnant with his baby? Now what!
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