“Allllll the single ladies, allll the single ladies, allll the single ladies…” L enthusiastically belted, wiggling in her seat to her own music.

“Lowen, stop. We’re not all single ladies.” K interrupted.

“We’re not?” I inquired wonderingly.

“Big Lowen, don’t tell me you forgetted about B!” K sighed. She then continued in a matter-of-fact fashion, “You guys kiss lips. You’re not a single lady.”

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