Miranda Priestly sat in a small sitting room just off of the second floor landing of her Manhattan townhouse. She sat cross-legged, still in the impeccable wardrobe she wore earlier that day to work (except for a few buttons undone at the top of her blouse), on an antique style love seat. Her glasses perched on her nose as she stared unhappily down
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