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You know who you are.
Wink. Wink.
Thank you so much for coming to my party last night.
We really rocked it, didn't we!
After you left, I totally crashed.
Mom LOVED that and said you ladies could come back any time.
One bit of advice though ... when mom is not looking it is a GOOD THING to feed me table scraps, despite what she says.
Oh, and, a little champagne never really hurt a pup, did it?
Sign me,
Little D, Life of the Party
Editor's Note:
Dear Duncan,
No drinking until you are 18.
Love,
Mom
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