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  <title>Comments on 'Tarra has met her match'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Something needs to be done here,&amp;quot; said Anna. &amp;quot;This loser Tarra can't stop stalking me. We gotta get rid of her.&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;Agreed!&amp;quot; shouted Maria, a little too loudly for a phone conversation.
&amp;quot;Second that,&amp;quot; Casey said. &amp;quot;What did Tarra tell you? Any secrets? Something...life ruining.&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;Life ruining?&amp;quot; questioned Anna, her voice squeaking. &amp;quot;I am the most popular girl in school, but I'm not even up for that.&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;At least reputation ruining.&amp;quot; Casey responded. 
&amp;quot;Now that I can do.&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;It's settled than. Tomorrow between science and art. Anna you corner her. Do that whole 'I am soooo sorry' look. It works on losers every time,&amp;quot; said Maria.
&amp;quot;Tarra will be reduced to her loser status no problem,&amp;quot; said Anna. Her perfectly glossed lips curled into a dry smile. &amp;quot;See you tomorrow!&amp;quot; 
&amp;quot;Byeeee!&amp;quot; Maria and Casey said in unison. 
Anna hung up, then sent out a text to one of the biggest blabbermouths in the school, Gabby. Tarra's life would be over by tomorrow morning. &amp;quot;This is gonna be good.&amp;quot; </subtitle>
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