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The front door opens.
The front door closes. Except, at the last moment, the pointed toe of a tall, black Prada boot wedges between the door and the door jam.
Candice shoulders the door open and steps the rest of the way inside. She takes one look at her surroundings and snorts. "Whatever."
And steals a martini from a passing wait rat.
The front door closes. Except, at the last moment, the pointed toe of a tall, black Prada boot wedges between the door and the door jam.
Candice shoulders the door open and steps the rest of the way inside. She takes one look at her surroundings and snorts. "Whatever."
And steals a martini from a passing wait rat.