Cleo = Italics
Everyone else = Bold
"Well look who it is."
"I can't believe you actually decided to show your face."
"Why not? It's a hell of a lot prettier than yours."
"Excuse me?"
"That's rich coming from you."
"I would have thought you were still off crying in the bathroom somewhere."
"I would, but unfortunately the bathroom mirror is still cracked from the last time you looked in it."
"At least I make an effort to look pretty."
"By doing what sweetheart? Caking your face in make-up? I hate to break it to you darling but you can't really have that much self-esteem if you are willing to paint an entirely different face on top of your own."
"Maybe if you tried a little harder you could actually get some guys."
"Oh, you mean like the ones you tell everyone that I've already got? I mean, I hate to make assumptions, but by the word painted on my locker anyone would have thought you were jealous."
"Me? Jealous of you? Get over yourself."
"Just as soon as you somehow manage to get under all of those guys you seem to fantasize about."
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