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“You can’t get rid of me just like that!” she screamed at him, face indignant and fists clenched.

“You can’t! I’m like… I’m like…”

“You’re like what?” his voice nearly betraying the amusement stirring within him.

“I’m like beetroot juice!!” she exploded at last. Her face flushed a hot red and she left in a huff; briskly, fists still clenched.

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