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I want to marry you because you always laugh with me…never at me


more often than not, when I do something silly, like anyone else, I’d feel conscious about it. But with Donald present, it doesn’t feel as bad. I’d complain that he’s laughing at me. And he’ll always reply, ‘bebe, I’m laughing with you, not at you’ before pulling me into a hug.

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