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Lena leaned into the microphone. “There’s not a ‘place’ for us, honey. We’re the foundation. Without us, there’s no theater. There’s no story. The only thing that’s changed is that we finally stopped waiting for an invitation and built our own goddamn stage.”

“I read the script Marcus sent you,” Sofia said, pouring tea into mismatched cups. “It’s garbage.” dripping wet milf

“You, me, and a financier who is a seventy-year-old woman named Pearl. She’s done with rom-coms about twentysomethings tripping into love. She wants teeth.” Lena leaned into the microphone

“Lena, darling. I’ve got something. It’s a script. A small part. The mother of the groom.” honey. We’re the foundation. Without us