After dinner, Alfred said he wanted to have a look at Prada bags. Prada is not my kinda thing so instead of looking at the bags this is what I do...
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So Hilda if you're reading this, remember Alfred called you last night saying we're in Jazz Bar? We were actually on our way to The Curve...he purposely blast his jazz song in the car while calling you. Hahahahahahahahahaha!!
God bless!
God bless!