[ whatever facade of 'barbara' disturbingly disappears, and as strange as it may be to see in her (or maybe not), his eyes narrow in that very bruce way. charlie's feathers ruffle. ]
You don't know what you're talking about. Go and ask Donna if you want. She was there with me, she saw everything.
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You don't know what you're talking about. Go and ask Donna if you want. She was there with me, she saw everything.