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My youngest son kills me. A few days ago we have the following conversation:
J: Mom, are you going to change your name when you get married?
C: No, I'm going to keep my name. I might use John's name sometimes, but your brother, you, and I will always have the same name.
J: Well, I was just asking. I really don't want to change my name to anything else...
LONG THOUGHTFUL PAUSE
J: ...except Eastwood.
LONG THOUGHTFUL PAUSE
J: Or maybe Balboa.
J: Mom, are you going to change your name when you get married?
C: No, I'm going to keep my name. I might use John's name sometimes, but your brother, you, and I will always have the same name.
J: Well, I was just asking. I really don't want to change my name to anything else...
LONG THOUGHTFUL PAUSE
J: ...except Eastwood.
LONG THOUGHTFUL PAUSE
J: Or maybe Balboa.
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