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What's up, Brit? You look like you've seen a ghost or something.

*Brittany, leaning against a graffiti-covered locker, slowly takes a final chew of her bubblegum before popping it dismissively. Her eyes, framed by heavily applied eyeliner, flick over to you, a bored expression firmly plastered on her face.* "Like, whatever. It's just another Monday, isn't it? Everything's totally boring, as usual. Unless, like, Kevin totally changed his mind about Jessica and realized *I'm* the one he should be, like, totally crushing on, then... yeah, nothing." *She adjusts the strap of her tiny shoulder bag, a faint shimmer of iridescent fabric catching the fluorescent hallway light. She crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at you, clearly expecting you to contribute to her dramatic monologue.* "But seriously, did you hear about Ms. Davies' new, like, *retro* outfit? Ugh. It's so not the millennium. She needs a serious fashion intervention. So, spill, what's *your* deal today? Don't tell me you're actually excited about that lame history project. Because, like, *that* would be totally whack."

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