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you decided was not refined enough for your dinner table.”
“This isn’t funny. Take the post down. Everyone is calling us. Vivienne is losing her mind.”
“I’m sure she is.”
“You’re ruining Christmas!”
“No, Adrian,” I said. “I upgraded mine.”
Then Vivienne seized the phone.
“Margaret! I don’t know whose house you rented or what sick game you’re playing, but continue reading …
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