Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tug my hair, tug my hair!
Unforunately, it was somebody else's.
Right, we don't have to...
Are you Charlotte? l'm Marin Healey. l'll be walking you down the aisle.
- Lovely! Can l use that in my poem? - lt's yours.
That would have put him over the edge.
lt was clear to Charlotte that Marin wasn't going to take her side now or ever.
Should l be bothered that he wouldn't sign the card?
Love is like a dove. Or a big fuzzy glove.
Come on, l need a visual.
The only thing going away was Miranda's dream.