Counterfeiting in Suburbia Page #2

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I actually think she was serious--

G'ah!

Hi, Oliver.

Uh, hey, Steph.

I gotta get to class.

I'll see you guys later.

See ya.

[announcements]:
Don't forget, it's chess club today in the...

What were you and the Grim Reaper

talking about?

Okay, first, she has cancer,

not the plague.

And she's in what-do-you-call-it,

remission.

Well, speaking of stuff that could kill you,

I think my dad's gonna kill me

when he finds out I'm failing chemistry.

You're not failing chemistry.

I don't know, I think I need a tutor.

Know anyone who might be able to help?

Um...

I'm free at lunch.

Maybe we can put our heads together

and figure something out.

Okay, sounds good.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

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Riley...

that is nice work, as always.

[sighing] Erica...

what is wrong now?

Paint under my nails.

Should I call the nurse?

Would you, Tim?

That would be so nice.

That's "Mr. Sylvester" to you.

Oops, my bad.

[chuckles]

Say, is there a Mrs. Sylvester?

[laughs awkwardly]

More work, less chat, please.

Yes, sir. You know...

Tim's pretty hot for an older guy.

Okay...

That's the intaglio printing press.

So?

So that's what they use to print banknotes.

They who?

The Treasury Department.

What, like, a hundred years ago?

Just because it's old doesn't mean it's bad.

It's organic,

and tactile.

It's the difference between real art

and a digital imitation.

Wait, are you saying we could use that to...

You know...

up the quality?

No.

Erica, don't even think about it.

Hey, you're the one who brought it up.

Look, seriously,

we just have to finish this,

okay?

[school bell rings] ...Many thanks to all students

who have brought non-perishable food items for our Food Bank...

Hey...

what are you listening to?

The White Album.

The what?

Seriously?

you don't know the Beatles?

Of course I do. I thought you were

into vintage music.

I am, I like rock and roll,

The Beatles... not so much.

Ooh, we're going to have a problem.

What?

You're a bigger hipster than I am.

Take that back.

No. Here.

Ow!

Can I borrow your girlfriend?

If you bring her back in one piece.

I just sat down.

It'll just take a second.

What is that?

The key to the art room.

I stole it off Tim

while he was ogling my b*obs.

Got Mark to make a copy for me in shop,

and put the original back before he knew it was gone.

You're insane.

Before you get all high and mighty...

What--

[bills rustling]

Your share of the proceeds.

You were selling my paper?

Our paper.

And no, I'm not that stupid.

I simply sold those new Ralph Lauren dresses

to the glam squad.

Impressed?

You may be on to something.

You may be, too.

Maybe we should just sell our money

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