What were you doing at Cook Shop on Oscar day, Bro? You let that hottie Gwen Stacey go all by herself? Anyway, it was great seeing you. Although, given what a good Samaritan you are, you should've clued Mom in on her open blouse instead of smirking at her the whole time. At first she thought you were checking me out, thinking "What a cute baby!", as people usually do. But when she got back to our table, we all pointed out that she forgot to button herself up after feeding me. Doh!
Mom thanking me for saving her modesty, albeit a little too late.
You look great, and your friend should give my Aunt Karina a call. She thinks he's smoking. Hope you don't mind, but in true New York style, we were too cool to ask you for a picture, so we just squeezed you into one we pretended to take of ourselves.
Abuela, me and Dad reverse photobombing the back of Andrew Garfield's head. Subtle, huh?
Keep up the good work,
JYK
PS. Emma, next time, call me. I'll be your date, Sweetie.
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