[ Sarah is slumped at the booth beside Alison, sneaking glances at a magazine she smuggled in when she's not putting on a happy face for Alison's many customers. Every time she sees a group of people dressed up as the "quints," she seems to get a little more freaked out, and finally, after one too many "Sarah"s pass by, she can't contain herself any longer. ]
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Jesus fucking Christ...