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For the magazine.
Bachelor Seven is HIM.
Trey:
I fucking KNEW it.
I TOLD you life is petty.
Ruby:
He’s Bachelor Seven.
He’s the investor.
He’s the guy from last night.
He’s EVERYTHING WRONG.
Ava:
Correction:
He’s everything RIGHT.
Sienna:
ALSO
Why did he look at you like his internal organs rearranged themselves?
Ruby:
I DON’T KNOW
Stop bringing up his organs.
I’m fragile.
Trey:
Honey, he absolutely wants to rearrange YOURS.
Dr. Lana:
Please use anatomically respectful vocabulary.
Or don’t.
I’ve surrendered.
Ruby:
I’m having a panic attack.
Ava:
No, you’re not.
