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One can only hope they intend to cat-fight over me. (Which is, of course, exactly what Dave and I tried to get them to do, to no avail.) Actually, we all get along famously: I burp at Ariann, she hits me; Jenny warns me not to upstage her for the 300th time, I tell her to stop singing out of tune. We're a classy group.
Ariann is wearing a skirt from the M.C. Escher collection. |