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Drawers,
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Floors,
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Doors,
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Let's
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go!
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This
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is
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our
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home,
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we've
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got
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every
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generation.
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So
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full
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of
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music,
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a
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rhythm
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of
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its
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own
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design.
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This
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is
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my
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family.
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A
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perfect
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constellation.
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So
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many
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stars
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and
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everybody
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gets
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to
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shine.
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Whoa!
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But
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let's
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be
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clear,
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Abuela
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runs
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this
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show.
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Whoa!
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She
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led
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us
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here
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so
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many
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years
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ago.
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Whoa!
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And
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every
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year
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our
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family
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blessings
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grow.
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There's
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just
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a
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lot
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you've
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simply
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got
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to
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know,
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so…
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Welcome
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to
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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The
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home
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of
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the
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Family
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Madrigal
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(we're
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on
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our
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way).
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Where
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all
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the
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people
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are
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fantastical
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and
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magical.
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I'm
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part
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of
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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My
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tía
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Pepa,
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her
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mood
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affects
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the
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weather.
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When
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she's
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unhappy,
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well,
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the
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temperature
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gets
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weird.
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My
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tío
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Bruno…
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We
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don't
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talk
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about
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Bruno!
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They
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say
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he
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saw
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the
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future,
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one
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day
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he
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disappeared.
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Oh
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and
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that's
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my
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mom
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Julieta,
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here's
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her
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deal.
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whoa!
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The
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truth
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is,
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she
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can
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heal
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you
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with
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a
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meal.
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Whoa!
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Her
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recipes
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are
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remedies
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for
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real.
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If
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you're
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impressed,
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imagine
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how
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I
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feel…
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Mom!
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Welcome
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to
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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The
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home
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of
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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(Hey,
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coming
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through).
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I
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know
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it
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sounds
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a
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bit
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fantastical
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and
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magical
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but,
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I'm
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part
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of
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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Two
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guys
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fell
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in
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love
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with
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Family
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Madrigal
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and
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now
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they're
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part
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of
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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So
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yeah,
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Tío
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Félix
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married
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Pepa
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and
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my
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dad
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married
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Julieta.
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That's
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how
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Abuela
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became
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an
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Abuela
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Madrigal.
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(Let's
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go,
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let's
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go!).
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We
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swear
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to
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always
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help
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those
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around
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us
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and
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earn
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the
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miracle
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that
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somehow
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found
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us.
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The
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town
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keeps
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growing,
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the
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world
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keeps
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turning
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but
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work
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and
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dedication
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will
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keep
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the
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miracle
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burning
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and
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each
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new
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generation
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must
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keep
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the
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miracle
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burning.
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Okay,
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okay,
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okay,
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okay.
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So
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many
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kids
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in
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our
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house.
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So,
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let's
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turn
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the
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sound
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up,
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you
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know
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why?
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I
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think
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it's
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time
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for
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a
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grandkid
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round-up
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(Grandkid
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round-up).
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Cousin
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Dolores
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can
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hear
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a
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pin
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drop.
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Camilo
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shapeshifts,
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Antonio
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gets
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his
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gift
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today.
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My
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older
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sisters,
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Isabela
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and
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Luisa.
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One
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strong,
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one
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graceful,
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Perfect
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in
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every
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way.
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(Isabela)
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Grows
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a
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flower,
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the
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town
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goes
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wild.
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(Isabela)
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She's
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a
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perfect
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golden
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child,
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(Luisa!
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Luisa!
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Luisa!
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Luisa!)
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and
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Luisa's
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super
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strong
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the
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beauty
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and
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the
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brawn
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do
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no
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wrong.
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That's
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life
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in
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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(whoa).
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Now
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you
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know
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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(whoa).
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Where
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all
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the
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people
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are
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fantastical
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and
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magical.
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(whoa).
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That's
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who
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we
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are
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in
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the
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Family
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Madrigal,
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adiós!
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Ooh
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(but
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what's
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your
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gift?)
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Well,
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I
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gotta
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go,
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the
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life
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of
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a
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Madrigal.
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Whoa!
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But
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now
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you
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all
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know
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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Whoa!
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I
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never
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meant
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this
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to
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get
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autobiographical.
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Whoa!
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So
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just
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to
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review
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the
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Family
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Madrigal.
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Let's
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go.
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It
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starts
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with
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Abuela
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and
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then
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Tía
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Pepa,
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she
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handles
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the
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weather
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(but
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what
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about
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Mirabel?).
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My
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mom
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Julieta
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can
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make
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you
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feel
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better
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with
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just
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one
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arepa
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(but
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what
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about
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Mirabel?).
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My
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dad
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Agustín,
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well,
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he's
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accident-prone
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but
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he
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means
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well
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Answer
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(but
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what
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about
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Mirabel?).
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Hey,
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you
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said
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you
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wanna
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know
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what
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everyone
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does.
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I
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got
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sisters
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and
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cousins
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and
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(Mirabel)
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My
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primo
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Camilo
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won't
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stop
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until
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he
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makes
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you
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smile
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today
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(Mirabel).
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My
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cousin
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Dolores
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can
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hear
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this
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whole
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chorus
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a
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mile
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away
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(Mirabel).
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Look,
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it's
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Mister
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Mariano,
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hey
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you
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can
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marry
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my
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sister
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if
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you
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wanna
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but
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(Mirabel)
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between
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you
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and
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me,
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she's
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kind
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of
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a
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prima
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donna.
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Yo,
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I've
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said
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too
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much
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and
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thank
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you
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but
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I
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really
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gotta
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go
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(Mirabel).
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My
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family's
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amazing
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(Mirabel)
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and
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I'm
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in
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my
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family,
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so
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(Mirabel).
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Well…
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Mirabel!
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