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_{brows raised,     still finding a JOKE in the matter    —–    even though she knew she shouldn’t.       spencer was determined,      she saw that,      it just simply wasn’t brooke’s thing.          ❝     me,     vice president?        there’s only a thousand things i’d rather focus my time on.         but my girl as president?      i think i like the sound of that,    ❞           she taunted,       smirk spreading across her lips.        ❝     why not?    ❞        she scoffed,      holding no interest for the older hastings sister.        ❝     you’re so much more interesting than that dull personality of your sister’s.     and certainly MORE FUN.      —–       i’m sure she’s great,      and i know your parents think she’s really something else,      but anyone more focused on melissa than you is wasting their time.    ❞         lips curled into a smirk,      head nodding back at her.        ❝    —-   is there a dress code?   ❞} 

❛   too bad  _{i’m going to be stuck with whichever bozo i’m left to pick.  and get stuck with doing all the work.    ❜   speaking as though there was not a chance that she wouldn’t win this thing.   politics weren’t the life for everyone   ——–      ,   but a typical run of the mill spencer hastings thing.   even her parents thought she was STRECHING HERSELF too thin    ,    which was ironic considering they were the reasons she was even running in the first place.  a small grin formed   ,   producing a short laugh with a shake of her head.   brooke was so biased    ,    but she certainly wasn’t complaining.     ❛     it’s the way things work    ,   brooke.    i could become an olypmic gold medalist and melissa could find a way to top that.     ❜       perfectionism    ,    competition    ,   both drilled in them since BIRTH.   though nothing spencer ever did seemed to please them anyway.   grin widened   ,  prepared with a charming one-liner.    ❛    maybe.   whatever seems fit with those tight skirts of yours.   you know    ,    the shorter the better.    ❜}