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“Excuse me?!” Mom’s ragged breathing has my smile falling. “No, you are not. You’re my one and only baby and I will not let you have some wedding in a back room of a courthouse.”  “What’s wrong with that? That’s the way I got married.” Nana actually sounds offended.  “Exactly my point, Mother,” Mom says.  “The location was convenient. I took my newlywed ass to Bourbon Street, and your father and I made a night of it.” “I’m well aware of the day I was conceived. No need to rehash that story.”  I’m not sure how these two live under the same roof without me mediating anymore.
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