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@spinderella

@arianaventi no i think they got engaged

@arianaventi

@spinderella I know there are ~rumors~ about that but has anyone actually seen them together all week???

@spinderella

@arianaventi yeah good question, now i wanna know too

@abbeyyyyy17

@spinderella @arianaventi ohmygahhhhh can we just forget about Ransom for TWO SECONDS and listen to the girls? #GirlsTalkGirls not #GirlsTalkRansom

@arianaventi

@abbeyyyyy17 @spinderella fwiw i would absolutely tune in to #GirlsTalkRansom, can we do that instead

@spinderella

@arianaventi HARD SAME @abbeyyyyy17

@abbeyyyyy17

agree to disagree, y’all are a good example of why we even NEED a chat like this but ok @arianaventi @spinderella

@Bianca_OnTheVerge

anyone else think sk’s interview made it sound like honor totally picked the dream job in new york over staying in cali with duke? sorry not sorry for the spoilers if anyone here hasnt gotten to the series finale

@GOTV_fanboiiii

ughhhhhh @Bianca_OnTheVerge I hate it but you have a point

@Abbeyyyyy17

@Bianca_OnTheVerge @GOTV_fanboiiii maybe she found a way to take the job *and* stay with duke

@GOTV_fanboiiii

@fanline @Bianca_OnTheVerge @Abbeyyyyy17 WE NEED ANSWERS

9

The diner and I go way back.

It’s as close to the studio as you can get without being inside the gate, perched on a side street at the back edge of the lot—a hidden gem that managed to stay off the radar for most of the time we were on the air, frequented almost exclusively by studio employees. My mother and I originally heard about it from one of the producers at my audition.

We took the corner booth at the back that day; I was such a jumble of emotion I couldn’t eat. Even my mother, who adores a good hidden gem, hardly took two sips of her coffee. Our food went cold, but she left a generous tip.

Two months later, I found myself at the diner again, ravenous after a marathon day of shooting. This time, Ransom and Ford and Sasha-Kate joined me in the corner booth, just the right size for the four of us. It was the perfect oasis amid so many days that blurred into each other—until late in our fifth season, anyway, when some PA brought his daughter to work and she blasted it all over the internet when she saw us.

Now, upon arrival, I’m immediately greeted by a familiar face, leathery and crossed with a lifetime of wrinkles—Marjorie was already on the older side back in the day, but she’s still got a spark in her eyes, even if their blue has faded with time.

“Liv!” she says, reaching up to embrace me. “The boys told me you were on your way. Nearly gave me a heart attack, seeing them here after all these years.”

Marjorie leads me back to the booth where Ransom and Ford are seated. Ransom’s hair is disheveled after trying on who knows how many outfits at his wardrobe fitting.

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