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Image Source-FreeImages My father met my mom because of me. I was an almost three-year-old sitting on the front steps of the apartment building. I was dressed in full pink princess regalia. Pink big fluffy dress, pink socks with white lace, pink and black lace-up shoes, little pink gloves, a little shiny tiara, a small …

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