> It's going to be a Gregorian wedding with a pubic reception. I meant to ask you, will > you be my worst man?
I thought I was already, you nut.
So Greg wed?
Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right, little honey / Oh, since I set my eyes on you. / I tell you the truth. I can't get it right / Get it right / Since I met you...
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