me> *at smart girl* hey, that's my lock.
smart girl> no it's my lock.
me> no, it's mine.
smart girl> oh yeah? prove it?
me> i can unlock it without looking at it.
smart girl> oh yeah, prove it *hands me lock*
me> fine *locks on her locker backwards*...
me> oh yeah, you were right, this isn't my lock. i left mine inside my locker.
smart girl> told you... *looks at backwards lock* FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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