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milk, Tiffany
!" Tiffany shrieked.
Tiffany put on a show, dabbing
competent!
s been off her game lately. Always messing things up." He
at Blake and Tiffany. "Scarlett, be m
apologize, Tiffany, if the c
niffed. "
th condescension. "You know, Scar, the Christmas Gal
ke mine, obviously. But, hey, you can come. If you can even afford a ticket. Or a decent
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