Tricia:
Oh, the whole bitchy, Cosmo girl, hand-on-the-hip thing, just like Callie; that genetic?
[Calie looks down and decides to change her position]
Tricia:
[softly scoffs]
Oh. My God.
Callie:
I don't have to hear this.
[walks away from the conversation into another part of the room]
Tricia:
Bravo!
[meets Callie near the door and chuckles]
Tricia:
You know, I have seen all kinds of schemes and all kinds of cons, but this is frickin' inspiring. You've got some big brass ovaries, Callie.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:39