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"Pffft! Loser," she says to you. Loser? This was Carrie you were talking to! Your best friend since fifth grade. This was what she had become. You walk up to her and take the joint right out of her mouth. "What do you think you're doing," she says, as you crush the joint beneath the heel of your shoe. "Carrie," you tell her. "This isn't you. What happened to the little girl who used to tell all the other boys not to pick on me? Who used to make sure that I wasn't belittling myself with stuff like what you're doing now? You always used to look out for me Carrie, and now it's my turn to return the favor. Cut it out. THis isn't you. Just stop."

You look up to see that Carrie is not even paying attention to you , and has already lit up another joint.