Cathy's eyebrows perked up. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy. Who is it?” “Your brother Mike!” Michelle chirruped, sounding uncannily like her mother Diane.
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