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Big opening for The Luncheonette while the Relapse Inn keeps scraping by.
I see you sayin' my baby doesn't look like me and I'm like, "Forget you."
Oh, Michael B. Jordan: we'll miss you and cross our fingers that your post-Parenthood career goes okay.
We'll have an iced Americano, a triple soy caramel macchiato, and your baby.
From saying sorry with a ukulele to an unasked-for house: the Bravermans have grown a lot in a season.
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