My One-Millionth Frappuccino!
I lost my boys, and not even a million Frappuccinos could make me feel better. I was heartbroken. I hated the court room. Every perv in the world was chasing me with big expensive cameras. Lufti. Adnan. And — BIG groan — I got a babysitter, and his name is Dad.
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