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“Tick.”
Tabitha dropped her shopping bags, smacking her glossy, bubblegum-pink lips. Of course they just had to attack her in a mall.
“Tick.”
Like, couldn’t those silly little men and their shiny, shiny guns give a girl some space? It was totally a Saturday, and those Armani sunglasses weren’t going to steal themselves. Some people in the food court were still running and screaming, but who cared about them?
“Tick.”
With a flick of Tabitha’s finger, the Human Resources operatives exploded like a flurry of red and orange, broccoli-flavored confetti.
Tabitha picked up her bags.
“Like, you know the rest.”