Diamond seized the awkward silence as if taking the proverbial bull moose by the antlers, and walked up to Mith. She forget the planned kiss and instead booked him with her copy of David Copperfield.
"Pink!" she exclaimed. "Of all the party music in the world, you pick a pack of pickled Pink? Explain yourself, good Sir."
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All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.
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