Chelsea Fox vs. Roxie Mitchell The Results
It was a day in Walford that that the residents had waited a long time for. One of it’s residents was about to get covered from head to toe in slop in front of the entire town. The two women up for the vote on this particular occasion had escaped the mess before. One would not be so lucky. The two ladies in question were both well known around the square and, to put it politely had been with quite a few of the men in the square. Both of the ladies had been nominated for messing by their families, who had been disappointed that they had escaped the mess in their first time up for vote. This time money was placed in special boxes that had each of the women’s names. The box that had the most money would be the person getting covered in mess. Their family members were going to be the ones who would be doing the honours. Both contestant’s family members were dying to be the ones to pour the mess all over their loved one. Little did the ladies know that each family had been trying to donate extra money to ensure that the person they wanted would be getting the slop.
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The stage was set inside of the Queen Vic. All the local regulars were gathered together for this special occasion. In front of the bar, gathered on one side were the Foxes/ Wickes and on the other side were the Micthells. Both representing their family member. Jack Branning would act as the MC for the evening. He knew both contestants well, as he had slept with both ladies at various times.
“Ok,” Jack said, “ If everyone will gather round and pay attention , we are just about to announce who is going to be the star of the show this evening. As both of our nominees like nothing better than being the centre of attention, they should be well up for this. So, please welcome to our stage our two possible victims. Chelsea Fox and Roxie Mitchell.”
Chelsea entered from one side. She wore a tight fitting black dress. She had her nose up in the air and looked annoyed from the beginning. She was not happy about the prospect of being publicly humiliated in front of the entire square, but she had no choice. From the other side Roxie entered. She wore a pink tank top and greyish jeans. She kept her eyes on the floor. She looked very nervous. Their families cheered for them. Chelsea’s mother Denise and Roxie’s sister Ronnie seemed the most excited about what was about to happen.
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“So,” Jack said, “Let’s have a word with the ladies. A final plea if you will. Chelsea,” “There is no way I am going to get messed up. Imagine it all over my hair, my body. It would be so disgusting. Anyway, I shouldn’t be worried. There is no way I will lose. I am much more popular then her. People will probably vote to keep me clean.” “Well, that’s not always how it works, “ Jack said. “Roxie, what about you.” “If I lose, I will never live this down. My family probably want to see me lose so bad. It will be so embarrassing having to sit in that stool in front of everyone. I that Chelsea deserves it though. She can be a right cow when she wants to me. Please, Please save me,” Roxie joked, putting her hands together, pretending to beg.
“I don’t blame the ladies for not wanting to lose. I have seen what we have in store for our loser and it is not going to be pretty. It’s Going to get messy in here. Someone is going to be the centre of attention, but not in the way that they would like. Don’t feel too bad for them folks, they both really have this coming to them. So here we go.”
Chelsea frowned and crossed her arms. Roxie closed her eyes and squished up her face. She crossed her fingers, as they awaited the results. Various onlookers cheered and routed for the person they wanted to see get the mess. Jack began to read. “Our winner, the person who will be receiving the grand prize of the mess of a life time will be…none other… than…with approximately 69% of the votes… is…. Roxie Mitchell!”
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The entire place erupted in cheers and laughter. The Mitchells celebrated. They jumped up and down and laughed. Remarking how great it was. Chelsea smiled a sarcastic smile but looked relieved. Denise and Libby looked disappointed. Roxie started laughing, covering her face in her hands and turning bright red. She felt flush with embarrassment and was sweating. She laughed and pointed at herself.
“So Chelsea,” Jack asked, “ How do you feel?” “I feel great. I knew she would lose. She is a loser anyway,” she replied. “Roxie,” Jack said ,” You lost.” “ Can we have a recount,” Roxie joked,” What can I say. It looks like I am going to be the butt of everyone’s jokes now. My sister and my mum are just loving this. They are going to enjoy this so much. I’m so embarrassed, but I lost. I guess fair is fair. Please don’t mess me up guys.” She turned to her family. They all shook their heads and then laughed at her. The crowd started chanting Gunge her, gunge her. Roxie protested as she was lead to the chair that was placed in the middle of the Queen Vic. The floor had been covered in plastic and cart of various messes was all set up buffet style in the corner near the bathroom. She reluctantly sat in the chair hugging her arms and laughing sarcastically.
“Now let’s hear from your family,” Jack said. “Ronnie, Glenda, do you have any qualms in doing this at all?” “Absolutely none. My sister has been a pain in the ass my whole life. I finally get a chance to get some small measure of revenge on her. I love her, but this is going to be sweet, no doubt about it.” “Have you always wanted to do this?” “Oh yes, always. I have fantasized about this for years. Who would say no. I think it will suit her. She usually likes to get a bit dirty. Sorry Rox, but you really have this coming, you have to admit,” Ronnie said. “I am going to totally trash her and have the best time doing it. This is going to be a moment to remember.”
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Ronnie went to the cart and started to decide which items she would use on Roxie in what order. Roxie could not see what was on the cart, but tried to crane her neck to see what was happening. “Oh no, Ronnie, please don’t do this,” she pleaded. “Sorry Roxie,” Ronnie replied. She laughed and the crowd of onlookers cheered. Roxie looked forward. Ronnie selected the first item and stepped forward. The items she chose to use first were several éclairs. They were covered in dark chocolate and filled with whipped cream. She brought the first one to Roxie. She raised Roxie’s arm, revealing her sweaty arm pit. Roxie laughed as Ronnie placed the éclair under in her arm pit. She then forced Roxie’s arm downwards, causing the éclair to explode everywhere, leaving Roxie’s arm pit squished with cream and mess. She then took a second éclair. She raised Roxie’s other arm and then stuck the éclair under it. Ronnie then lowered her sister’s arm onto the éclair, slight softer than the first time. She then raised Roxie’s arm. The chocolate from the éclair had caused the destroyed pastry to stick to Roxie’s arm pit. When Roxie’s arm was raised the éclair stuck for an instant and then fell down her body and onto the floor. Ronnie then took the third éclair. She moved to the front of her sister. Roxie still laughing and begging her sister not to do it. Ronnie took the éclair as the crowded whistled and whooped and slowly inserted it into Roxie’s cleavage. Roxie was wearing one of her famous tops that showed off her bare arms and ample cleavage. Ronnie slowly lowered the éclair between Roxie’s breasts, as she laughed and winced. Ronnie allowed the éclair to sit there for a second. Then she came forward and put one hand on each of Roxie’s breasts. She squeezed and pushed them together, causing the éclair to smashed and exploded. Cream oozed out of Roxie’s cleavage. Some squirted out into the air and landed on her shoulder. Roxie did not bother to try to remove the éclair from her front, she just let it sit between her breasts. Ronnie then took the last éclair. She went behind her sister this time. Ronnie then pulled open the back of Roxie’s jeans. Roxie puffed up her cheeks and closed her eyes. Ronnie then placed the creamy desert down the back of Roxie’s jeans , right on top of her thing and butt crack. Roxie fidgeted on her seat for a moment. Ronnie then took the palm of her hand on Roxie’s behind and pushed inwards. This smushed the éclair flat on Roxie’s backside and sent cream and chocolate squirting both upwards to the small of her back and downwards, between Roxie’s legs. Roxie squealed and crinkled her nose as she felt the creaminess of the mess on and inside of her underwear.
“Is it over then?,” Roxie asked. “Don’t be silly,” Ronnie said, “ That was nothing, wait until you see what is coming up next.” “Ladies and gentlemen, the Auggie Baji have kindly donated a very lovely… vegetable curry. All for you Roxie.” Roxie’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. You’re joking,” she said. Ronnie showed the bucket of vegetable curry to the audience. It was brown and green. It was filled with spinach, peas, eggplant, carrots, lentils and chick peas. It had been sitting around as leftovers for a few days and smelled pretty pungent by this time. Roxie gagged just from the smell. Ronnie smiled as she approached. “ Ladies and gentlemen, get your cameras ready for this one. Roxie closed her eyes and puffed her cheeked out, holding her breath. Ronnie then slowly began pouring the doubly this mess down onto Roxie. The brown and green slop hit Roxie on her forehead and top of her head first. She scrunched her neck up as more poured down the back of her head. It then slowly began to pour down her face. The thick slop poured down her nose and washed over her whole face. She closed her eyes as she was submerged. The multi coloured thick stinky slop looked amazing on Roxie’s tanned facial features. It oozed down her cheeks and chin. Blobs dripped from her nose and lips. More poured onto her semi bare shoulders. It poured down her cleavage and down her arms. Slop covered Roxie’s sun shaped tattoo that she had on her upper arm. She put her hands on her thighs as more slop poured onto her back and down her legs. She could feel the congealed vegetable slop oozing inside her clothing, making it feel very heavy. She could not believe the feeling that she felt as the mess covered her whole body. When the bucket was empty, Ronnie placed it on the ground. All that was left was Roxie Mitchell sat in the middle of the Queen Vic showered in brown and green slop. The vegetables were unidentifiable in the mess that covered her. Roxie was completely trashed and she knew it was not over. She just sat and laughed. She took her fingers and cleared some of the mess from her eyes. The rest of her face still covered in the mess.
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Roxie’s mother, Glenda got to take her turn next. She grabbed a large bucket of baked beans. Roxie did not even bother protesting this time, as she knew that it was just no use. “Sorry, babe,” Glenda said. She took the bucket and approached her daughter. She waited a second, until Roxie looked up and then poured the beans directly onto Roxie’s face. They were dumped square on her. She jerked her head forward and beans flew from her mouth. She quickly wiped her eyes as her mother continues pouring the beans all over her. When the bucket was half empty she took it to Roxie’s front and started pouring more directly onto and into Roxie’s cleavage. Roxie winced as her top was filled. She opened it up on the bottom and tried to let some spill through. She then poured the rest down the front of Roxie’s jeans. Now added to the curry was a ton of disgusting slimy baked beans. They stuck to the slop that was already all over Roxie. Beans now clung to her face, hair and body. She took her hands and rubbed her arms and legs, in an attempt to clear some away.
The final bucket was taken by Phil Mitchell. He just laughed, as he thought that Roxie just looked ridiculous. In the bucket was a large amount of leftover coleslaw. “You like coleslaw a lot don’t you Roxie,” he said. “Yeah, I like it,” she said,” Usually to eat though, not usually poured over my head, but there you go. I suppose I don’t really have a choice in the matter.” “No,” the crowd shouted. Everyone gathered even closer as Phil neared Roxie to give her the final humiliation. He spurred on the crowd, “ Let’s count down,” he said. 3...2...1 Phil tipped the bucket onto Roxie’s head. Thick white, smelly, creamy coleslaw fell from the bucket and landed on Roxie’s head. Some stuck to the top of her head. He poured more onto her face. She scrunched up her face as she felt the coleslaw cascade in chunks down her. More fell onto her arms and shoulder then down onto her breasts and down onto her lap and thighs. Clumps fell onto her lap, breasts and thighs and stuck there. The coleslaw stuck to the collected mess that had already covered Roxie’s body. Ronnie then came and took some handfuls of the last of the coleslaw. Again, she raised Roxie’s arm. She took a handful of coleslaw and rubbed it around on her arm pit. She then did the same to the other. She then took the final bit at the bottom of the bucket into her hand , before Roxie knew it, her sister took the back of her head in one hand and the coleslaw in the other, she rubbed the coleslaw around in Roxie’s face.
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Roxie was now left sat covered in mess in front of everyone. “That was a dream come true,” Ronnie said. “So Roxie any last words for your friends and family,” Jack asked. “ I’ll never look at vegetable curry the same way again. I am just glad that I could make everyone’s day. My family enjoyed that a little too much, especially my sister. I can’t really describe what that felt like. It was a hot and sweaty though, if you know what I mean,” Roxie winked. “I have been accused of being a dirty girl before. I guess I proved that today. Let’s just say I have always enjoyed getting down and dirty.”
Roxie stood up and let some of the mess fall to the floor. Roxie’s family all got the chance to have their picture taken with her. “I have a new wallpaper for my computer,” Ronnie said,” Everyone will get a chance to get a picture of this. This will be all over face book and you tube tomorrow, I can tell you that.” “You bitch,” Roxie said. She was a good sport and allowed everyone to take pictures of her. She did not want to admit that she had enjoyed that a bit more than she had let on. Her sister was true to her word, however and posted pictures everywhere she could.
It was a day in Walford that that the residents had waited a long time for. One of it’s residents was about to get covered from head to toe in slop in front of the entire town. The two women up for the vote on this particular occasion had escaped the mess before. One would not be so lucky. The two ladies in question were both well known around the square and, to put it politely had been with quite a few of the men in the square. Both of the ladies had been nominated for messing by their families, who had been disappointed that they had escaped the mess in their first time up for vote. This time money was placed in special boxes that had each of the women’s names. The box that had the most money would be the person getting covered in mess. Their family members were going to be the ones who would be doing the honours. Both contestant’s family members were dying to be the ones to pour the mess all over their loved one. Little did the ladies know that each family had been trying to donate extra money to ensure that the person they wanted would be getting the slop.
The stage was set inside of the Queen Vic. All the local regulars were gathered together for this special occasion. In front of the bar, gathered on one side were the Foxes/ Wickes and on the other side were the Micthells. Both representing their family member. Jack Branning would act as the MC for the evening. He knew both contestants well, as he had slept with both ladies at various times.
“Ok,” Jack said, “ If everyone will gather round and pay attention , we are just about to announce who is going to be the star of the show this evening. As both of our nominees like nothing better than being the centre of attention, they should be well up for this. So, please welcome to our stage our two possible victims. Chelsea Fox and Roxie Mitchell.”
Chelsea entered from one side. She wore a tight fitting black dress. She had her nose up in the air and looked annoyed from the beginning. She was not happy about the prospect of being publicly humiliated in front of the entire square, but she had no choice. From the other side Roxie entered. She wore a pink tank top and greyish jeans. She kept her eyes on the floor. She looked very nervous. Their families cheered for them. Chelsea’s mother Denise and Roxie’s sister Ronnie seemed the most excited about what was about to happen.
“So,” Jack said, “Let’s have a word with the ladies. A final plea if you will. Chelsea,” “There is no way I am going to get messed up. Imagine it all over my hair, my body. It would be so disgusting. Anyway, I shouldn’t be worried. There is no way I will lose. I am much more popular then her. People will probably vote to keep me clean.” “Well, that’s not always how it works, “ Jack said. “Roxie, what about you.” “If I lose, I will never live this down. My family probably want to see me lose so bad. It will be so embarrassing having to sit in that stool in front of everyone. I that Chelsea deserves it though. She can be a right cow when she wants to me. Please, Please save me,” Roxie joked, putting her hands together, pretending to beg.
“I don’t blame the ladies for not wanting to lose. I have seen what we have in store for our loser and it is not going to be pretty. It’s Going to get messy in here. Someone is going to be the centre of attention, but not in the way that they would like. Don’t feel too bad for them folks, they both really have this coming to them. So here we go.”
Chelsea frowned and crossed her arms. Roxie closed her eyes and squished up her face. She crossed her fingers, as they awaited the results. Various onlookers cheered and routed for the person they wanted to see get the mess. Jack began to read. “Our winner, the person who will be receiving the grand prize of the mess of a life time will be…none other… than…with approximately 69% of the votes… is…. Roxie Mitchell!”
The entire place erupted in cheers and laughter. The Mitchells celebrated. They jumped up and down and laughed. Remarking how great it was. Chelsea smiled a sarcastic smile but looked relieved. Denise and Libby looked disappointed. Roxie started laughing, covering her face in her hands and turning bright red. She felt flush with embarrassment and was sweating. She laughed and pointed at herself.
“So Chelsea,” Jack asked, “ How do you feel?” “I feel great. I knew she would lose. She is a loser anyway,” she replied. “Roxie,” Jack said ,” You lost.” “ Can we have a recount,” Roxie joked,” What can I say. It looks like I am going to be the butt of everyone’s jokes now. My sister and my mum are just loving this. They are going to enjoy this so much. I’m so embarrassed, but I lost. I guess fair is fair. Please don’t mess me up guys.” She turned to her family. They all shook their heads and then laughed at her. The crowd started chanting Gunge her, gunge her. Roxie protested as she was lead to the chair that was placed in the middle of the Queen Vic. The floor had been covered in plastic and cart of various messes was all set up buffet style in the corner near the bathroom. She reluctantly sat in the chair hugging her arms and laughing sarcastically.
“Now let’s hear from your family,” Jack said. “Ronnie, Glenda, do you have any qualms in doing this at all?” “Absolutely none. My sister has been a pain in the ass my whole life. I finally get a chance to get some small measure of revenge on her. I love her, but this is going to be sweet, no doubt about it.” “Have you always wanted to do this?” “Oh yes, always. I have fantasized about this for years. Who would say no. I think it will suit her. She usually likes to get a bit dirty. Sorry Rox, but you really have this coming, you have to admit,” Ronnie said. “I am going to totally trash her and have the best time doing it. This is going to be a moment to remember.”
Ronnie went to the cart and started to decide which items she would use on Roxie in what order. Roxie could not see what was on the cart, but tried to crane her neck to see what was happening. “Oh no, Ronnie, please don’t do this,” she pleaded. “Sorry Roxie,” Ronnie replied. She laughed and the crowd of onlookers cheered. Roxie looked forward. Ronnie selected the first item and stepped forward. The items she chose to use first were several éclairs. They were covered in dark chocolate and filled with whipped cream. She brought the first one to Roxie. She raised Roxie’s arm, revealing her sweaty arm pit. Roxie laughed as Ronnie placed the éclair under in her arm pit. She then forced Roxie’s arm downwards, causing the éclair to explode everywhere, leaving Roxie’s arm pit squished with cream and mess. She then took a second éclair. She raised Roxie’s other arm and then stuck the éclair under it. Ronnie then lowered her sister’s arm onto the éclair, slight softer than the first time. She then raised Roxie’s arm. The chocolate from the éclair had caused the destroyed pastry to stick to Roxie’s arm pit. When Roxie’s arm was raised the éclair stuck for an instant and then fell down her body and onto the floor. Ronnie then took the third éclair. She moved to the front of her sister. Roxie still laughing and begging her sister not to do it. Ronnie took the éclair as the crowded whistled and whooped and slowly inserted it into Roxie’s cleavage. Roxie was wearing one of her famous tops that showed off her bare arms and ample cleavage. Ronnie slowly lowered the éclair between Roxie’s breasts, as she laughed and winced. Ronnie allowed the éclair to sit there for a second. Then she came forward and put one hand on each of Roxie’s breasts. She squeezed and pushed them together, causing the éclair to smashed and exploded. Cream oozed out of Roxie’s cleavage. Some squirted out into the air and landed on her shoulder. Roxie did not bother to try to remove the éclair from her front, she just let it sit between her breasts. Ronnie then took the last éclair. She went behind her sister this time. Ronnie then pulled open the back of Roxie’s jeans. Roxie puffed up her cheeks and closed her eyes. Ronnie then placed the creamy desert down the back of Roxie’s jeans , right on top of her thing and butt crack. Roxie fidgeted on her seat for a moment. Ronnie then took the palm of her hand on Roxie’s behind and pushed inwards. This smushed the éclair flat on Roxie’s backside and sent cream and chocolate squirting both upwards to the small of her back and downwards, between Roxie’s legs. Roxie squealed and crinkled her nose as she felt the creaminess of the mess on and inside of her underwear.
“Is it over then?,” Roxie asked. “Don’t be silly,” Ronnie said, “ That was nothing, wait until you see what is coming up next.” “Ladies and gentlemen, the Auggie Baji have kindly donated a very lovely… vegetable curry. All for you Roxie.” Roxie’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. You’re joking,” she said. Ronnie showed the bucket of vegetable curry to the audience. It was brown and green. It was filled with spinach, peas, eggplant, carrots, lentils and chick peas. It had been sitting around as leftovers for a few days and smelled pretty pungent by this time. Roxie gagged just from the smell. Ronnie smiled as she approached. “ Ladies and gentlemen, get your cameras ready for this one. Roxie closed her eyes and puffed her cheeked out, holding her breath. Ronnie then slowly began pouring the doubly this mess down onto Roxie. The brown and green slop hit Roxie on her forehead and top of her head first. She scrunched her neck up as more poured down the back of her head. It then slowly began to pour down her face. The thick slop poured down her nose and washed over her whole face. She closed her eyes as she was submerged. The multi coloured thick stinky slop looked amazing on Roxie’s tanned facial features. It oozed down her cheeks and chin. Blobs dripped from her nose and lips. More poured onto her semi bare shoulders. It poured down her cleavage and down her arms. Slop covered Roxie’s sun shaped tattoo that she had on her upper arm. She put her hands on her thighs as more slop poured onto her back and down her legs. She could feel the congealed vegetable slop oozing inside her clothing, making it feel very heavy. She could not believe the feeling that she felt as the mess covered her whole body. When the bucket was empty, Ronnie placed it on the ground. All that was left was Roxie Mitchell sat in the middle of the Queen Vic showered in brown and green slop. The vegetables were unidentifiable in the mess that covered her. Roxie was completely trashed and she knew it was not over. She just sat and laughed. She took her fingers and cleared some of the mess from her eyes. The rest of her face still covered in the mess.
Roxie’s mother, Glenda got to take her turn next. She grabbed a large bucket of baked beans. Roxie did not even bother protesting this time, as she knew that it was just no use. “Sorry, babe,” Glenda said. She took the bucket and approached her daughter. She waited a second, until Roxie looked up and then poured the beans directly onto Roxie’s face. They were dumped square on her. She jerked her head forward and beans flew from her mouth. She quickly wiped her eyes as her mother continues pouring the beans all over her. When the bucket was half empty she took it to Roxie’s front and started pouring more directly onto and into Roxie’s cleavage. Roxie winced as her top was filled. She opened it up on the bottom and tried to let some spill through. She then poured the rest down the front of Roxie’s jeans. Now added to the curry was a ton of disgusting slimy baked beans. They stuck to the slop that was already all over Roxie. Beans now clung to her face, hair and body. She took her hands and rubbed her arms and legs, in an attempt to clear some away.
The final bucket was taken by Phil Mitchell. He just laughed, as he thought that Roxie just looked ridiculous. In the bucket was a large amount of leftover coleslaw. “You like coleslaw a lot don’t you Roxie,” he said. “Yeah, I like it,” she said,” Usually to eat though, not usually poured over my head, but there you go. I suppose I don’t really have a choice in the matter.” “No,” the crowd shouted. Everyone gathered even closer as Phil neared Roxie to give her the final humiliation. He spurred on the crowd, “ Let’s count down,” he said. 3...2...1 Phil tipped the bucket onto Roxie’s head. Thick white, smelly, creamy coleslaw fell from the bucket and landed on Roxie’s head. Some stuck to the top of her head. He poured more onto her face. She scrunched up her face as she felt the coleslaw cascade in chunks down her. More fell onto her arms and shoulder then down onto her breasts and down onto her lap and thighs. Clumps fell onto her lap, breasts and thighs and stuck there. The coleslaw stuck to the collected mess that had already covered Roxie’s body. Ronnie then came and took some handfuls of the last of the coleslaw. Again, she raised Roxie’s arm. She took a handful of coleslaw and rubbed it around on her arm pit. She then did the same to the other. She then took the final bit at the bottom of the bucket into her hand , before Roxie knew it, her sister took the back of her head in one hand and the coleslaw in the other, she rubbed the coleslaw around in Roxie’s face.
Roxie was now left sat covered in mess in front of everyone. “That was a dream come true,” Ronnie said. “So Roxie any last words for your friends and family,” Jack asked. “ I’ll never look at vegetable curry the same way again. I am just glad that I could make everyone’s day. My family enjoyed that a little too much, especially my sister. I can’t really describe what that felt like. It was a hot and sweaty though, if you know what I mean,” Roxie winked. “I have been accused of being a dirty girl before. I guess I proved that today. Let’s just say I have always enjoyed getting down and dirty.”
Roxie stood up and let some of the mess fall to the floor. Roxie’s family all got the chance to have their picture taken with her. “I have a new wallpaper for my computer,” Ronnie said,” Everyone will get a chance to get a picture of this. This will be all over face book and you tube tomorrow, I can tell you that.” “You bitch,” Roxie said. She was a good sport and allowed everyone to take pictures of her. She did not want to admit that she had enjoyed that a bit more than she had let on. Her sister was true to her word, however and posted pictures everywhere she could.
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