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I'm going to a Masquerade Ball this weekend, and I went and got my dress today. Unlike Star, I am not, and I quote: "A girly ass motherfucker." I hate wearing dresses, and Star wanted to see what I got today. So, this conversation takes place a few minutes after I Skyped her to show her the dress.

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~Literally not even 1 minute after the Skype call ended~

Serena: This stupid dress is so freaking dang hot...*trying to get out of the dress*

Star: That sucks. I'm guessing that as soon as Skype cut, you rushed to take it off?

Serena: *magically got changed in like 30 seconds, not even* .........well, I'm in my pajamas now. *Sweatdrops* That answer your question? I'm a fast stripper.

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Serena: *comes to realization* OH MY GOD THAT CAME OUT SO WRONG! *completely mortified*

Star: XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD

Serena: *still mortified, wallowing in pit of despair* >_>

Star: *laughing her ass off* I have never laughed this hard in any of our other conversations