Nadia flopped herself over diagonally on the couch, one foot resting on the back, the other draped over its arm. She switched on the television to a rerun of AKA (the obligatory musical episode, it seemed, and wasn't Perth Tristow's dad just the creepiest thing ever, singing and dancing and wearing rainbow colors like--oh, wait, no, that's not AKA
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