If I weren't standing next to your boyfriend, I'd be tempted to ask you out myself." She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. "Miiiiiiiiine!" he says." Cut it out." Anna pushes him off, laughing. "You'll get fired. And then I'll have to support your sorry ass for the rest of our lives.

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