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I Send you Zee Guilt

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Ok, so I'm listening to Alice this morning and they are talking about Mother's Day and children who actually call their mother's once a week.

So in my mind I'm thinking 'oh, maybe my children will do something nice for me for Mother's day'..........ok, so I'm delusional.

I know I know, I'm heaping zee guilt on hard, and I am. Why you no call me? Oh yes, because zee Nate need you to go watch zee baseball game and you enjoy this soooooooooo much.

I only heep zee guilt on you since you I miss so much.

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