The girl blinked, sniffling. "What?"
Toni looked at the sign. It was crude, written in glitter glue. She looked at the girl, trembling with the sheer weight of her adolescent devotion. Toni had seen it a thousand times. Usually, she just escorted them out. It was protocol. It was the job. titanic toni
But who—or what—is Titanic Toni? Is she a lost prop from James Cameron’s 1997 blockbuster? A deep-sea art installation? Or simply a case of mass internet delusion? The girl blinked, sniffling
