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Remember: everything Summer Smith says is made up.
*Summer tapped on her phone at her locker, looking to be texting someone. She grabbed a book, hugging it to her chest as she continued tapping angrily on her phone. She grumbled, her hand squeezing her it hard as she shoved it back in her pocket. It was her boyfriend* "Son of a bitch! Gonna fucking ignore me? Ugh!"
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