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Who's the boss now? Alyssa Milano isn't letting arrendajo, jay Mohr's reciente jab about her weight get to her -- but she's not letting him off the hook, either. The 41-year-old actress sent the comedian a direct tweet on navidad día after she got wind that he reportedly slammed her for her post-baby body weight.

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Mohr reportedly scrutinized the Mistresses estrella during a reciente radio interview after the two both attended the NASCAR Sprint Cup Series Awards gala in Las Vegas on Dec. 6 (via NY Daily News). "She was one of the presenters," he said. "She's very tiny, in height...It seems like she had a baby and said, ‘I don't really give a s--t'...I read it on her gut." (Mohr also hosted the event.)

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He added: "Somebody sat in the director's chair and was not wearing Spanx and I was like, 'Jesus Christ.'"

Milano's response? The stunning brunette kept it classy as she responded to his jabs via Twitter. "@jaymohr37 So sorry tu felt the need to publicly fat-shame me. Be well and God Bless. Please send my amor to your beautiful wife," she wrote. "You're all lovely. Thank tu for your kind words. #Appreciative," she later added. Mohr has yet to respond.

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The Suburgatory actor has been married to Las Vegas alum Nikki Cox since 2006; they have a son Meredith, 2. Milano and her husband of three years, Dave Bugliari, welcomed son Milo in August 2011.

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She still got sick in the mornings. People walked past her, curling their noses. But once the morning had passed she felt her stomach protest against the lack of food.
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Her foster parents were also very religious. They prayed before every meal and before bedtime and they insisted Debra did the same. They didn’t like the fact that Debra had already been intimate before marriage, but dado the circumstances they decided not...
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Voices. And flashes of light. Debra’s eyes moved behind her eyelids while she heard people talking. What were they talking about? They dicho something about being molested. A strange sound escaped her throat and she tried to open her eyes.
“She’s waking up” a woman dicho fast.
Debra opened her eyes and lifted her hands to protect them from the light shining above her.
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Debra ran to the front door when someone grabbed her from behind. She started to scream when a hand covered her mouth. A boy, about her age, looked at her and ordered her to be quiet.
“The front door is too obvious” he whispered. “I know a better way” He took her hand and pulled her to the basement. He turned the light on and quickly walked downstairs. They ignored...
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Hours later Debra was back in her room. Her little sister Beth was fast asleep in the double bed, but Debra was wide awake.
During cena Dale had been staring at her. She had felt his eyes prying on her. The thought of what he was going to do to her on the night of her birthday, made her sick.
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“Joe, wake up. Please, wake up” she begged. “Don’t leave me here”
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If Joe found out what Simon had tried to do, he would be furious.
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“Damn it, Deb, pick up” Mike dicho agitated.
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Joe put Claire down on a chair and placed a cell phone in her tied hands.
“What’s that?” Claire asked looking at the phone as if it were a cursed object.
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Claire looked up from the phone to her former husband. “No,” she replied.
“Excuse me?” Joe was certain he’d heard her wrong.
“I dicho no!” Claire repeated loudly as she raised from her chair. “I’m not putting Ryan’s life on...
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