"Yes," says Gloria. "I think we should talk things out."
"I never lied to you," you tell her. "Buttercup was home sick with me on fair day, or else I would have gladly let you ride her in the parade."
"Well then, I don't know what's going on then," says Gloria. "Because I definitely saw your cousin Arthur at the fair, brushing a horse that looks just like Buttercup."
Suddenly, you understand what happened.
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