Southern California, we have a problem. Big-time. Mary-Kate Olsen stood in the center of her bedroom, hands on her hips, her bright blue eyes doing a quick survey as she turned her head from side to side. At least she thought she was in the center of her room. It was kind of hard to tell, since the room itself was pretty much buried under all her... There was really only one word for it. Stuff, she thought. Not that that should be mistaken for a dis. It was all really great stuff. The trouble was, its no geral, global greatness was part of the problem. Mary-Kate and her sister, Ashley, were leaving...
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