A Shopping Strip on Rodeo Drive, Los Angeles, CA

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So lately, Miley had been... a little grouchy. Or, well, very grouchy. Something about getting rejected from her top-choice university just because she had a secret identity that made it a little difficult to do things like after-school clubs and community service.

Regardless, though, there was always one thing that made her feel better when she was

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"You so shouldn't dwell," Juliet agreed, ogling the shoes with some envy. she was wondering if she should have gotten a pair in purple. "This is awesome, we're young, you can go to college anywhere. Do you want to go into la Perla?"

Not that Juliet needed lingerie for anyone else's eyes, but it was good to have just in case.

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Miley considered it. "Never actually been there before," she mused after a minute. "Sure."

Somewhere, Dave perked up and he mistakenly attributed it to coffee. But he'd be wroooong.

"Oh! And the best part?" she added cheerfully as she started for the store in question. "No reporters." Miley, why would you jinx yourself like that? Why?

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"Thank God," Juliet put in. "My hair would not do one single thing today."

Her hair looked fine; maybe a little staticky, that was all.

She pushed open the door to the boutique, nodded to the cashier, and began poking through a rack of neon-colored bras. "Are these cute, or a little too much?"

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"Cute, I think!" Miley said encouragingly. "I like the one with the pink stars on it."

Of course she did.

In the meantime, she turned her attention to the fragrance counter, spritzing one of the perfumes on her wrist. "What do you think?" she asked, holding her arm out in Juliet's direction.