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Chapter 2
Randi's Hellacious Adventure By Deirdre O’Dare Everyone tells me how lucky I am. You know, like, “Miranda Ashley O’Neal, you are just too blessed for words.” I guess it’s true. I mean I have everything a girl could want. Well, almost everything. But lately life seems to be unbearably tedious. Like today, I spent all morning cruising my favorite boutiques along Scottsdale Road and didn’t find a thing I wanted. All at once, I just couldn’t get excited about another Vuitton handbag, a new pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes. Not even jewelry. I mean is that sick or what? I was just so bummed. I’d given up shopping for the day and was driving home in my little red Jag when it all happened. I really would have preferred a Maserati, but when your father has the Jag dealership in town…Of course you’v
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