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Bea looked a little less angry. “You’re right. That’s Bex’s style, not mine.” “Hey!” I yelled. “That was a dirty shot.” She made a face. “Doesn’t matter. As you say, I was just telling the truth.” I turned away from her. “You’re being way dramatic; Bea and you need to calm down.” “Don’t tell me how to feel or how to act. Now, let me go get dressed so we can go to the stupid bowling alley.” I jumped up from the bed. “Forget it. I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I’d rather eat toilet paper dipped in hot sauce.
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