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-Hey. -You coming to bed anytime soon? -ºÙ -ÄãʲôʱºòË­°¡£¿

Uh, yeah. Five minutes, okay?

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Andrea, don't forget to tell Emily. °²¼ªÀöÑÅ£¬ ±ðÍü¸æËß°¬Ã×Àò Do it now. ÏÖÔÚ¾Í˵

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-Don't pick up. Don't pick up. Don't pick¡­ -Hi. -±ð½Óµç»°£¬±ð½Óµç»° ~~~ -àË -Emily. -Hi, hi. Sorry I'm late. -°¬Ã×Àò ¨CàË£¬àË£¬±§Ç¸ÎÒ³Ùµ½ÁË

It's just Miranda wanted some scarves from Hermes. ÂíÁÕ´ïÈÃÎÒÈ¥°®ÂíÊËÄÃË¿½í

And she did tell me yesterday, but I forgot like an idiot. Ëý×òÌì¸æËßÎҵģ¬¿ÉÎÒºýÀïºýÍ¿µÄ¸øÍüÁË And so I freaked out, of course. ËùÒÔÎÒÏÖÔÚÒª·èÁË

Emily, Emily, l-I need to talk to you. °¬Ã×Àò£¬°¬Ã×Àò £¬ÎÒÓÐÊÂÒª¸æËßÄã

I called Martine at home, and she opened the shop early. Whoa! I'm sorry.

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there's something I have to talk to you about. ÎÒÓеãÊÂÏë¸æËßÄã

-Well, I hope it's not another Miranda problem. -Not exactly. -µ«Ô¸±ðÊÇÂíÁÕ´ïµÄÎÊÌâ -²»ÍêÈ«ÊÇ

Well, good, because I've got so much to deal with before I go. I swear to God¡­

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I don't care if she was gonna fire you or beat you with a red-hot poker! ÎÒ²»¹ÜËýÊÇÍþвÄãÒª³´ÄãöÏÓ㣬 »¹ÊÇÄñÞ×Ó³éÄ㣡 You should have said no. ÄãÓ¦¸Ã˵²»µÄ£¡

Emily, I didn't have a choice. °¬Ã×Àò£¬ÎÒûÓÐÑ¡Ôñ

-Oh. Please. -You know how she is. -°ÝÍÐ -ÄãÖªµÀËýÄǸöÈË

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Do you know what really just¡­ ÄãÖªµÀÕû¼þÊÂÀï~~

gets me about this whole thing¡­ ʲô×îÈÃÎÒÉúÆøÂð£¿

is that, you know, you're the one who said you don't really care about this stuff.

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And you don't really care about fashion. You just wanna be a journalist. ÄãÒ»àÇÒ²²»ÔÚºõʱÉУ¬ ÄãÖ»Ïëµ±¸ö¼ÇÕß What a pile of bollocks! È«¶¼ÊǺú˵°ËµÀ

Emily, I know you're mad. I don't blame you. °¬Ã×Àò£¬ÎÒÖªµÀÄãºÜÉúÆø£¬ ÎÒ²»¹ÖÄã