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Girls, prepare to be addicted to Revenge Wears Prada: The Devil Returns. As if to punctuate her thought, a taxi barreled through a yel- low light and blared its horn at Andy, who had committed the grievous crime of trying to cross the street.It's been a long time coming, but Lauren Weisberger has finally written a follow-up to the mind-blowingly successful Devil Wears Prada. Already the fifteen inches that had blanketed New York were beginning to melt into a slushy gray mess, and Andy wished for the thousandth time that she lived anywhere but here. Even her skinny leggings left her legs feeling naked, the wind making the leather feel as protective as a pair of a s ilk stock- ings. Her two-hundred-dollar Burberry umbrella had refused to open and finally snapped when she tried to force it the cropped rabbit jacket with the oversize collar and no hood cinched fabulously around her waist but did nothing to stop the bone-chilling cold and the brand-new stacked suede Prada pumps cheered her with their poppy fuchsia color but left the better part of her foot ex- posed.
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