Disclaimer: I know! It's so 2005, but I still don't own Phil of the Future.
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Candida? Fiona. Are you dying? Were those really real slimy worms you shoved in your mouth? You didn't chew, did you? Gawd. I'd be embarrassed to death if I were you. Bad enough to pitch worms in your pie hole, but to be one-upped by Pim-ple Diffy ... you poor thing. Social suicide. Aren't you mortified just thinking of stepping into the halls at H. G. Wells again? Didn't you say you had an aunt in Handsome Town? I'll just bet you could stay with her for a little while so this could be forgotten, eventually. You already know a lot of cute football players there -- Jake's there, isn't he? Don't be even a little concerned about our exclusive clique. You're always welcomed back to take charge and I'll take such good care of them until you return. Oh, gotta go; the girls just came by to gossip. See you soon if you -- when you come back, Candida. Buh-bye.
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