'I once had to talk my father out of eloping to Europe with a guy he had known for less than a week. It was early in the morning on my twenty-second birthday when Dad launched into a very elaborate wedding plan that was to take place in Milan the following month. From what I can remember, it mostly involved an exorbitant amount of Moet, Calvin Harris, and flying all forty-seven of the boyfriend's relatives over from Colombia.'
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