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Naomi Clark:
I cannot belive you told your dad everything! Are you kidding me?

Annie Wilson:
I didn't tell him anything. He recognized the paper. Mr. Matthews could tell, too. I gave you my old term paper so you could take notes off it and get ideas on how to write your own paper, not to copy the entire thing word for word. My dad confronted me with both papers in his hands. What was I supposed to do?

Naomi Clark:
Lie. Cry. Threaten him. Make something up. Be creative.

Annie Wilson:
You sound like a spoiled brat.

Naomi Clark:
Well, you sound like a little b*tch! And just so we're simply clear, you are completely disinvited to my birthday party!

Annie Wilson:
Like I care!

Naomi Clark:
Oh, you should.