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Remember that girl in grade 6 who’s head you used to pound with chalkbrush erasers?
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The one with the funny name whose lunch smelled?
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The geek who would sit alone in the corner of the cafeteria, eating fried bologna and chocolate milk...
...stopping every now and then to peer nervously over her thick Coca-Cola bottle eyeglasses as if on constant alert for any incoming spitballs?
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Remember her?
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You flung mud at her once and poisoned her goldfish that she brought in for ‘Pet Day’...
...then laughed when she tried to revive it with mouth-to-mouth.
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That’s how she got the name Fishlips.
Ah, that nerdy girl…even if you don’t remember her, she remembers you.
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