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scrambled eggs, a very thick greasy looking omelet. I picked up a glass and poured out a generous amount of warm milk. I had barely lifted up the glass to my lips when I heard the clicking sound of heels on the hard mabel tiles, accompanied by a sonorous voice and rich laughter. My Mom soon came into view, overdressed as usual, holding up a phone to her ear and smiling like a shy teenager who has recently fallen in love. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I knew immediately who she was talking to. Joe, the beard-y-old man who has been courting my mother for the past two months now.

Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration. Many people went wild on her social media. [Did Rosie save your life before? Why did you give her so many novels?!] [Elf, if you're being threatened, just change your profile picture!] Elise immediately changed her profile picture to a shot of me on the set, leaving everyone stunned. My fans burst into laughter. [I knew it! How could someone say Rosie was some kind of evil capitalist who forced Elf to give up her novels?!] [Elf probably has about twenty novels! Give them all to Rosie if you could!]