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“Aparently I have the body of a 20 year old…give or take a few dacades”




Krista: The weasels scoop our contract and now they need our help?
Loreen: Sure we can afford to hold a grudge




Loreen: He doesn’t need the stress right now, he needs to stay cool.
Astrid: When is Mel ever…cool? 




“I did not doubt, not even for a second.”
“You’re a damn liar.”