The front door swung open before they made it through the puddles to the porch. Josie, in motorcycle pants and a black leather jacket, stormed out, looking lethal and not at all like a delicate mom-to-be. Riley winced as she caught a whiff of Josie’s level of annoyance. “How did it go this morning?” Nick asked. “They’re both vapid narcissists who are barely aware the other one exists. The morning show sucks. And if it weren’t for the money we apparently so desperately need, I would have superglued their faces together and burned down the set to save Harrisburg from getting dumber just by
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