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CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO Miranda had barely closed the door behind her when her Beyoncé 's voice rang out. “I bet Annalise and Monica thought it was over and done,” Beyoncé said immediately, springing upright from her bed as if she’d been waiting to unload the thought. “Like, completely done. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d already started mapping out a quiet life in the ocean.” Miranda blinked at her, caught off guard by the burst of energy, then offered a small smile as she moved toward the couch. Sketchbooks and open compacts covered the table, a splash of Beyoncé’s personality across the room. She hadn’t even fully sat before Beyoncé flopped dramatically beside her with a sigh. “But then,” Beyoncé grinned, eyes sparkling, “you showed up with that ridiculous plan that somehow—somehow—ac
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