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Emmie: Hey. Emmie: [delayed...] I drank 2 fingers of scotch before I could send that😅 Emmie: ANYWAY! I've got a wild hair to put on a musical. Would you want to be the producer on it? @rip0penscars
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Emmie📱August
Emmie: Hey. Emmie: [delayed...] I drank 2 fingers of scotch before I could send that😅 Emmie: ANYWAY! I've got a wild hair to put on a musical. Would you want to be the producer on it? @rip0penscars
August Riley (@rip0penscars) downtown
Emmie had stopped to check her reflection in Studio 54's window, craning her neck around the multiple large bouquets. She had to make sure the bundles in her arms weren't sagging. Blonde hair tickled her nose, and she wrinkled it. Now would be the worst time to sneeze! Emmie took a step to the side, clamping her mouth closed before the sneeze tightened every muscle in her face. "Shit!" She groaned, the flowers scattered between another set of feet on the sidewalk. "If you can use them, take 'em."