You're so, like, pretty.
Michelle: I'm tired of calling you pretty so fucking much.
Gemma: I'm sorry but you signed a contract the day you sat at the lunch table in fourth grade.
Michelle: We weren't even friends. I had my own agenda.
Gemma: You were trying to get me to forge signatures for you.
Michelle: I wanted to be on safety patrol.
Gemma: You were a little bitch and now you have to pay by telling me how pretty I am.
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