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There's literally only about ten, maybe twelve, other people inside -- one of them being FeeBee, the stupid blonde.
"I don't even know if they're considered famous anymore," I tell AJ, strongly disagreeing with her absurd opinions. She's gotta be tone-deaf. It's the only explanation I can think of.
"Of course, they are!" she argues, fiercely loyal to the trashy band for reasons that I will never be able to comprehend.
I refuse to tell her that I know these morons. I have enough embarrassing 'friends' as is -- cough, cough, Troy. Besides, I just know that Gland will find a way to undermine me in front of her. The guy hates me for no valid reason whatsoever.
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