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s e v e n t e e n : let's get the bitch
“Ooooooow!”
“Relax,” Cas sighs.
“Are you okay?” LeAnn asks.
As Claire sinks down to the floor, Cas pulls me aside. “Who the hell is she?”
“Oh, that’s Claire. I met her at Marie’s Soups.”
“Who’s Marie?” she asks cluelessly.
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