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I'M STILL TEAM MONICA! Question her morality, dignity, integrity; She singlehandedly resurrected SLC S3 (not received well, whatsoever). If she's one and done, at least, we were able to witness this iconic freshman housewife that understood the assignment when hired. #RHOSLC

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