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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave If I propose to myself and myself says yes, I get to have the cake, right? I love me, so I’m thinking 12 tiers. - Quote by Michelle M. Pillow

If I propose to myself and myself says yes, I get to have the cake, right? I love me, so I’m thinking 12 tiers.

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