but the gain of more than half a foot
Don’t they surgically lengthen models in some countries?
If she wanted to do a prostitution sting, she would do it with her eyes wide open, thank you very much.
“He has a dinner date.”
Cat glanced down at her watch and raised an eyebrow. “But you’re here?”
“Clark doesn’t date other women, Lois. He doesn’t want anyone but you,” Cat reminded her.
“So, it isn’t Clark who is having dinner with Toni Taylor; it’s whomever his undercover persona is?” Cat said.
DingDingDing!
Cat rested her head on her fingertips. “I’m lost. Why are you mad at Clark again? Because it sounds like to me, he’s doing his job.”
LOIS: Yes, but I’m undercover as the girl who crushed on him since before she flunked highschool and I’m currently playing at being ticked off.
“Hello? Lois, I sit at the next desk. The rest of us don’t go deaf when you and Clark march across the newsroom arguing about your safety during an assignment.”
Jonathan shrugged and then winked. “We’ll have to ask him should he stop back by.”
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