SPOILER ALERT: TAKES PLACE DURING PRETTY LITTLE SECRETS!
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Tree Hugger
How you've grown, Aria! Marrying a boy from Iceland? How immature. He's a child, as you are, Aria. I would have never done that. Aren't you always trying to be like me? Moves like that are pushing you away from that goal.
So, your tree hugger boyfriend, sorry, ex-boyfriend didn't turn out to be who you thought? Don't worry, like the panthers were, he is in a very nice, cramped jail cell. Those poor silver panthers I actually showed compassion for. Him? Nada. Karma's a bitch, hon, let this be an example.
So, your Christmas, sorry, Solstice, didn't go as planned? Don't worry, hon, there's always next year. Wait, maybe not. I didn't get a redo, so why should you? Ah, Aria, you still have so much to learn, don't you? Well, I guess you'll have to learn on your own because I'm not your babysitter.
What do you have to say now, Aria? Nothing? Well, that's too bad. Looks like I'm going to have to dig around for something. Sooner or later, you will spill your secrets. Don't worry, I'll be here to record them.
Mwah
-A