Post Season Three, Harmony goes shopping.
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She was once the queen of her clique, the princess of her family, doted upon and plastic-enabled to spend her weekends on Rodeo Drive, the kind of person who'd never stepped into this end of a department store.
Five weeks after graduation, and she had nothing. No family, no friends, no shiny plastic credit cards.
And now she was shopping at Target.
She eyed the pink nail polish morosely, but almost immediately perked up as a man moved into the aisle, snatching a black bottle. Blond? Check. Gorgeous? Check. No heartbeat? Triple check.
Well. Things could be much, much worse.
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