Why would he come to Hog--
Oh, fine. Oh, wasn't this just bloody excellent-- clearly, the best night of her life ever.
"For your information," Greta snapped, "Tilden couldn't have been doing those things, because he was bringing me lunch at work, and he was taking me out, and spending time dating me."
He--he was, right? Daisy was lying? Because she had to be. Because Tilden would not take two girls to the same dance. He wouldn't. He couldn't. It was absolutely, without doubt, not something Tilden would do.
"Son of a bitch," she muttered, smacking her palm to he face.
He would.
He so would.
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