"Kuh-laire?"
"Yeah."
"Are u a zit?"
"No".
"Then why are u all covered up?"
"Kristin, are u playing soccer?"
"no?"
"then why do u sound like u want to sok her?"
“Kristen, why don’t u send me a postcard from Morocco?” Massie asked.
“Huh?” Kristin sounded confused.
“It sounds like your swimming in de-Nile.”
“Claire, were your parents lobsters?”
“Uh, no.” Claire pinched her cheeks until they were rosy.
“Then why were u acting so shellfish?”
"Claire, do u work at a grocery store?” Massie asked as she was wrapping her tape measure around her mannequin’s waist.
“Huh?...
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