I wrote my toast about a year ago. I told you I knew they were getting married, didn't I? I had it perfected. It was a construction of patient, calculating labor. It was a pure, clean, merciless instrument of satire, sarcasm, self-loathing, filial love, erotic love, pansexual love, prison love, metaphor, Trogdor, Denethor, denotation, connotation,
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