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| "You did! I saw the carrier bag," I chime in. "And we’ll make it public that your pearls are cultured, not real…" | "You did! I even have pictures," I said. "And I’ll make it public that you named your dog Pythagoras…" |
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| Jemima claps a hand over her mouth… | Priscilla opened her mouth and gave a few soundless gulps… |
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| "OK!" says Jemima, practically in tears. "OK! I promise I’ll forget all about it. I promise! Just please don’t mention the discount warehouse shop. Please." | "Okay, fine!" she said in complete consternation. "Fine! I promise I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll talk to the club manager. Just please don’t mention the sweatshirt. Please." |
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| Jemima gasps. "I didn’t!" she says, color suffusing her cheeks. | Priscilla gasped. "I didn’t!" she said, her face purpling again. |
