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... Absolute, verifiable, gilded age-level morons. We crept down the corridor like criminals fleeing a crime scene.
I was tiptoeing down the west corridor, my navy silk skirts bunched in my fists like a football to keep them from rustling, and I was giggling. Not a graceful, Eleanor-like titter. A full-on, breathless snort that I had to bury in my shoulder.
Beside me, Casimir was speed-walking like a man who had never once in his life needed to be quiet, completely oblivious to the ...
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