Okay, I'm going, I'm going. Jesus...
strides into the lunchroom pandemonium.
expensively but not trendily; her hair, dramatically tied
is sexy, dangerous, and mysterious. She is a mythic bitch.
Veronica. Finally. Got a paper of
Kurt Kelly's. I need you to forge
a hot and horny but realistically
low-key note in Kurt's handwriting
and we'll slip it into Martha
Dumptruck's lunch tray.
Shit, Heather. I don't have anything
against Martha Dunnstock.
You don't have anything for her
either. Come on, it'll be Very. The
note'll give her shower nozzle
masturbation material for weeks.
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