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Colby's scream echoes through the walls of the apartment. The screen of her phone cracks when it hits the polished stone countertop in the kitchen at incredible speed. Flailing desperately, acting on emotions she can't even begin to try to understand, she lifts up one end of her coffee table--
>"AAAAHH!"--and drops it as a searing bolt of pain arcs through her lower back, yet again. Her thoughts return to Miss USA. This is her fault too.
Taking deep breaths and shuddering through the pain, Colby looks over at her computer, which she hadn't yet gotten around to bringing to the Divine Mansion.