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"Thanks, Ariel." Tenshi gets a call. "Speak of the devil." She sighs. "Hello?" She asks. The phone isn't on speaker, but Mallory's annoying voice is still clearly heard. "Hey, Tenshi! Mommy wants to know whether she should make pasta with butter or order pizza!" Tenshi sighs. "Neither. Tell her she should make spaghetti." "No! I want pizza or pasta, and mommy says she will make either of those! Not spaghetti!" Tenshi bites her lip in frustration. "Fine. I don't care what's for dinner." She hangs up. "That was a little glimpse of my life." She sighs. "Everything is always what Mallory wants and what Mallory does. My parents didn't even come to my fifth grade graduation because Mallory didn't FEEL LIKE IT! It's absurd!" (That is true. They didn't come because Mallory didn't want to go. At least Hannah's parents gave me flowers.)