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"I'M SORRY, YOU'RE STAYING WHERE?" kie exclaimed incredulously, as imogen leaned against the counter at the wreck, talking to the rest of the pogues about her new situation.
"tannyhill." she repeated with a sigh.
"so you're living with sarah cameron."
"so?"
"look, the only reason i'm staying there is because her dad bailed me out, alright? and it's also way better than foster care, or juvie, or new york— i mean, my dad's dead, and my mom basically disowned me. i'm practically emancipated."
"hey, so do you have memberships to the clubs now?" pope interrupted curiously.
"i don't know, pope." imogen shrugged, sitting down at the table with the others.
"what about those little golf carts you can drive around? you get one of them?" jj added.
"do they come with sweater-vests or do you have to buy your own?"
"can you guys just shut up? i'm not the person we should be talking about here— john b's the one macking on sarah!" imogen piped up, trying to deflect the attention off of herself.
