"Ummm, hello?"
"Hey, Clara, how's it going, girlfriend?"
"Oooo, Bryce!" Clara squeaked on the phone. "That trashy tabloid reporter Lola Lane came up to me! She was, like, acting all crazy an' shit! Said I wasn't supposed to be like this, that I was, like, a man or something! It's totally crazy!"
"Uh-huh." Bryce was only half listening. Didn't Clara realize Bryce had a bigger problem of her own? Like, what lingerie to buy!
"She was nut. I'm scared!"
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