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44. Let's Get Married
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Van had already suspected that Elaine was going to react aggressively, the only reason he even asked them to come over for lunch was because he wanted her father to witness her attitude for himself. He also chose not to go to a restaurant so he could keep things on the wrap as much as possible.

"You just watch me. Just fucking watch! You think I'm just going sit with my tail between my legs?! Huh? What, I'm supposed to say 'oh he said he loves her so I guess that means I've lost.' fuck no!!

Elaine Mochi doesn't fucking lose!!

Once I make up my mind to do something, then by God I am going to do it!"

Van just watched as she kept yelling and ranting, slamming her first on the table every once in a while. He glanced at Eric and his face creased into a frown when he saw the expression on the man's face.

The man watched as his daughter went on a rampage with a satisfied look on his face. His arms were crossed over his broad chest and he leaned back into the dining chair, a hint of excitem
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