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It’s girls’ night, and you paid for every inch of it. From the lingerie Dizzy’s teasing you about but you’ll never see, to the drinks and fun we’re having without you. You fund everything, but all you get is the sound of our bratty laughter and teasing voices while we flaunt what you’ll never touch. We use you to pay for our indulgence and enjoy every moment of your frustration and desperation. You’re the invisible guest, completely denied and utterly worthless during our night in.