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Betsssssy: Hotel Mark Twain
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Betsssssy: Charging people to park in the street? Unbelievable.
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Betsssssy: Mom and Brother Ben
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Betsssssy: Buena Vista
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Betsssssy: Me. Mom was moving around I guess.
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Betsssssy: Trio
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Betsssssy: Ben and Mom
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Betsssssy: at the Buena Vista
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Betsssssy: Ben likes Ketchup.
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Betsssssy: greasy
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Betsssssy: The Bridge
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Betsssssy: Bro
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Betsssssy: tourists
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Betsssssy: family
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Betsssssy: bad posture
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Betsssssy: windswept
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Betsssssy: Mom thought she would walk on the beach, but changed her mind after feeling the sand.
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Betsssssy: Ben did not walk on the beach.
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Betsssssy: Ocean was insane. Still, there were surfers.
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Betsssssy: graffiti
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Betsssssy: Mom brought presents.
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Betsssssy: Ben computes on Christmas Eve.
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Betsssssy: Presents.
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Betsssssy: a present
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Betsssssy: New earrings
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Betsssssy: According to his mom, Max is naturally good-natured.
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Betsssssy: My grandma and cousin Kay were probably talking about something naughty.
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Betsssssy: Carol Jean was a dance teacher.
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Betsssssy: light
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Betsssssy: Uncle Rob is a ham.