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By Paul Dailly

Laurel: Michaela. Michaela: Leave me alone. Laurel: Slow down, I’m pregnant. Michaela: That’s why we can’t do this.

By Paul Dailly

Annalise: That was expected. Jasmine: Tell that to your face.

By Paul Dailly

Michaela: Button your blazer. Nobody’s going to hire you with your belly hanging out. Laurel: I’m barely showing. Asher: Your boobs are.

By Paul Dailly

Connor: You have cream cheese on your face. Asher: Wanna lick it off? Connor: Is that a dare?