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After all those years of getting pushed around by Rodrick, I was definitely ready to move up a notch on the totem pole.
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But Mom and Dad have always been SUPER protective of Manny, and they won't let me lay a finger on him, even if he totally deserves it. Like the other day, I plugged in my video game system, and it wouldn't start. I opened it up and found out that Manny had stuffed a chocolate chip cookie in the disc drive. And of course Manny used the same excuse he ALWAYS uses when he breaks my stuff.
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I really wanted to let Manny have it, but I couldn't do anything with Mom standing right there. Mom said she would have a "talk" with Manny, and they went downstairs. Half an hour later, they came back up to my room, and Manny was holding something in his hands.
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It was a ball of tinfoil with a bunch of toothpicks sticking out of it.
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Don't ask me how that was supposed to make up for my broken video game system. I went to throw the stupid thing away, but Mom wouldn't even let me do THAT.
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The first chance I get, that thing's going in the trash. Because mark my words, if I don't get rid of it, I'm gonna end up sitting on it. Even though Manny drives me totally nuts, there is ONE reason I like having him around. Ever since Manny started talking, Rodrick has stopped making me sell chocolate bars for his school fund-raisers. And believe me, I'm grateful for THAT.
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(Monday)
Madame Lefrere made us write our first pen-pal letters today. I got assigned to this kid named Mamadou Montpierre, and I guess he lives someplace in France. I know I'm supposed to write in French and Mamadou is supposed to write in English, but to be honest with you, writing in a foreign language is pretty hard. So I really don't see the need for both of us to stress out over this whole pen-pal thing.
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By the way, remember how I said I was gonna end up sitting in Manny's spiky tinfoil ball thing? Well, I was half right.
(The End)
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