"Gina, is Tyria in her office? Would you mind transferring me?" Ruby asks, receiver tucked in the crook of her neck.
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"Gina, is Tyria in her office? Would you mind transferring me?" Ruby asks, receiver tucked in the crook of her neck.
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"'Natch," Gina says, with a pop of her gum. Ruby had been there long enough to know that slang, and gotten over her initial shock at hearing it.
"I will be out of the office all day, please leave a message. Beep," says Tyria, when the call connects.
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"That's actually a shame. It means you aren't asking me to ditch so we can go shoe shopping," Tyria sighs.
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"Did you know that the West Wind theater is showing 'Rear View?! Did you?!" Tyria whispers in a mixture of conspiracy and accusation.
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"You mean the one with the dress? That red one right at the beginning?"
"Oh! My dear girl, considering this most valuable intelligence I struggle deeply to understand why we are still within the confines of these wretched walls." Ruby is practically giggling.
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"To the Rebel Blockade Runner!" Tyria says, referring to her ultra sexy Volvo station wagon.
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"Girl, I don't know what you did with your childhood that you talk geek better'n half our order. Sometimes I worry you got yourself possessed by the ghost of a hundred pockmarked poindexters."
"But spool up your hyperdrive anyway darlin', I'm grabbin' my things and headin' up now."
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