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It's hot here, 107 degrees, is that why Brian is breaking into a sweat? Or is it the community property laws here in California?
We got to the County Offices in Indio and were greeted by the receptionist with a calm business like attitude, as if boyz had been walking up and asking for marriage licenses for years. That was nice.
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We waited for an hour and our ticket number finally popped up on the screen. The county clerk was all business but with a smile. We raised our right hands and swore that our information was accurate. Brian said "yes", I said "I do".
I thought it was good practice.
- - - David
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