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| 539e1ec | Then she told me her name, which I forgot immediately, and launched into a monologue of enmity concerning the girl who'd bumped her. I didn't know either of them, and I couldn't have cared less about their blood feud, which concerned either a guy or a pair of shoes--I couldn't determine which in my state of . | breakable girl-talk | Tammara Webber |