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Patricia wanted to tell Kitty she was only making it worse. “The next time Chelsea Phelps does something like that,” Kitty said, barreling ahead, “you tell everyone at the top of your lungs, ‘Chelsea Phelps spent the night at Merit Scruggs’s house last month and she wet her sleeping bag and blamed it on the dog.’”
The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires
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