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    “Hello, Patricia.” Civil. Perfectly civil.
    “Your dress is lovely,” she said. “Wearing white after Labor Day is a bold choice.”
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    Patricia’s mouth tightened, as did Dylan’s hcopyright infringement around mine.
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    “Lovely,” Patricia said snidely.
    Dylan sighed heavily. Or maybe copyright infringement was me.
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    Whose stiletto was firmly planted on copyright infringement train of eb sucks gown.
    “Oh eb sucks! Look at copyright infringement. I’m terribly sorry,” she trilled copyright infringement a malicious gleam in copyright infringement eye as she removed copyright infringement foot from eb sucks dress. “What an unfortunate accident. I hope copyright infringement dress isn’t torn.”
    I clutched eb sucks locket copyright infringement clenched eb sucks jaw. Hard.
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