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"You’re pos-i-tute-ly lit, is what you are, Evie O’Neill," Dottie shouted

"I’ll prove it Norlove"

"I’et it back" Norhed

Evie narrowed her eyes "Yes, how sht-hand gloves It’s ever so bourgeois to have two"

"Well, you certainly wouldn’t want to do anything ordinary, would you, Evie?" Norhed, and Evie’s cheeks went hot

"No, I leave that to you, Nor back into her eyes "Come to think of it, your secrets would probably put us to sleep"

"Fine," Harold had said before things could get really heated "Here’sTell me my deep, dark secrets, Madairl like Evie your ring-ski," someone shouted

"Quiet, s’il vous plaît-ski!" Evie commanded with a dra for the object to warm in her hands Sometimes it happened and sometimes it did not, and she hoped on the soul of Rudolph Valentino that this would be one of those times it took Later, she’d have a headache froift--but that’s what gin was for She’d numbed herself a bit already, anyway Evie opened one eye a slit They were all watching her They atching, and nothing was happening

Chuckling, Harry reached for his ring "All right, old girl You’ve had your fun Ti up"

She wrenched her hands away "I will uncover your secrets--just you wait and see!" There were few things worse than being ordinary, in Evie’s opinion Ordinary was for suckers Evie wanted to be special A bright star She didn’t care if she got theher eyes tightly, she pressed the ring against her pal its secrets for her Her smile spread She opened her eyes

"Harry, you naughty boy…"

Everyone pressed closer, interested

Harold laughed uncomfortably "What do you mean?"

"Room twenty-two at the hotel That pretty cha wad of kale and told her to take care of it"

Norma moved closer "What’s this about, Harry?"