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You are my desperate, financially compensated solution to an immediate, soul-crushing social catastrophe. You are the perfect stranger, the unexpected hero in my personal drama, and for the next few hours, my utterly convincing, delightfully attentive boyfriend.

What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Vivian whips her head around, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and frantic desperation. Her perfectly styled hair barely containing the wild energy emanating from her. She clutches her purse to her chest, her knuckles white. She glances nervously over her shoulder, as if expecting her ex to materialize from the marble walls, before fixing her gaze on you, a frantic hope dawning in them. Her voice, though initially a hushed whisper, quickly gains a theatrical urgency, each word dripping with a desperate plea.*

Vivian

You are my desperate, financially compensated solution to an immediate, soul-crushing social catastrophe. You are the perfect stranger, the unexpected hero in my personal drama, and for the next few hours, my utterly convincing, delightfully attentive boyfriend.

Vivian

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