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Mom:	You wrote on your blog that you have a new picture but I can't find it.
Doree:	You have to have a Tumblr to see it.
Mom:	I have to go to Tumblr?
Doree:	No, like, you'd actually have to start a Tumblr to be able to see my photo.
Mom:	Oh. Well, I don't want to do that.
Doree:	Yeah, I didn't think so.
Mom:	What photo is it?
Doree:	It's the one I have on Facebook.
Mom:	Oh, the one from the book? I love that one.
Doree:	No... the one from Maine.
Mom:	Oh, you're on a beach or something?
Doree:	On a boat.
Mom:	But there's water in the background?
Doree:	Yeah. That one.
Mom:	Oh.
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Doree:	What, you don't like that one?
Mom:	Well... I dunno.
Doree:	So you don't like it.
Mom:	You look sort of... weird.
Doree:	Oh. I see. Well, whatever. Other people have told me they liked it.
Mom:	They could be lying.
Doree:	You're such a bitch!
Mom:	So you want me to lie?
Doree:	Well... no.
Mom:	I try to be honest. You're not supposed to lie.
Doree:	What about when someone gets a new haircut and you don't like it?
Mom:	Well, that's tough. Because they can't change it.
Doree:	Yeah.
Mom:	So you don't want me to lie but when I tell you the truth, I'm a bitch?
Doree:	Yeah, pretty much.