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October 8, 2016
Carly scorches the hem of Marina's gauzy skirt with the vanilla-scented candle she picked up at Goodwill for 25 cents to make their apartment cozier for the little party they're throwing right now. "Hey, come on!" Marina yells, and flounces its folds to put out the imaginary fire. "Great. That's two dollars I'll never get back. You did that on purpose."

Carly says she didn't, that she was just trying to show Marina's not-so-secret admirer, Barton, who told her yesterday that she couldn't hold a candle to Marina, that she could, indeed.

What a waste of a perfectly good quarter.