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At long last, Stephanie parked outside Tiffany's house and leaned on the horn; Wacky Walter rambling about something or other on the radio in the background.
*HONK-HOOONK!*
Tiff was out the door, past the porch, down the yard and sliding into the Delta's passenger's seat in a matter of seconds.
"Took your sweet time, didn't you? " she huffed. "Tell me, how long do ten minutes last in Steph Land, exactly? Is there a conversion table I can use, or something? I'm only asking 'cause I'm pretty sure I missed orientation." she snapped.
"Would you rather walk? 'Cause trust me, that can be arranged." Stephanie smirked.
"And oh my God, is that what you're wearing?" Tiff said, pretending she didn't hear.
"Hey, it's school colors."
"School col-- oh, come on, Steph, it's a party! You look like a hobo."
"Strike two."
"Whatever, let's get moving. At least turn off that weirdo and play this." she said, pulling out a mixtape with a bunch of tiny star stickers on the case.
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>Play Tiffany's mixtape.
>Continue listening to KLLR.
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