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Callie, a blonde ditz a few years younger than you, knocks on your door asking where your sister is. You tell her (truthfully) that your sister isn’t home.
“Oh really? I guess I’ll, like, go home then,” she says turning around.
“Wait! Callie!” You say, an idea popping into your head.
She turns back at you instantly.
Um, what is it?”