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| Queen of mean |
“So, how’s the big super star?” said the Queen of Mean.
Janet had just pulled the night gown on and
popped her head out of the neckline in time to see Jasmine’s snide expression
as she-- with arms crossed rigidly in front of her-- leaned on the door frame
leading to their shared bathroom.
How the heck was she to answer that? She
sighed and ignored her sister, then jumped into bed, pulling the covers up to
her chin and snuggling in.
“Oh, I see; too much of a hot shot to talk
to commoners,” Jasmine goaded.
“What do you want, Jazzy?” Janet
said in exasperation.
“Not an autograph, that’s for damn sure,”
she snapped.
