“Why do I have to play Marty?” Rachel said, her arms flailing in exasperation.
“I think it’s the perfect role for you.” Brittany replied.
“Why?” the petite brunette asked, a look of intrigue across her face.
“You know, Mardy by name, Mardy by nature.” The cheerleader replied with a nonchalant shrug.
“Marty, Brittany, it’s Marty!” the diva cried
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