When George first started shoplifting, she’d palmed anything portable, from candy bars to nail clippers. Now she specialized in nail polish. By her last count, she had acquired two hundred and twenty-three individual colors. She had posted this on her Facebook status, and some kid from middle school wrote on her wall that she was a “luser.” George decided this made him look way dumber than her, but she still deleted the wall post. Then she unfriended him. George thought of herself as mature because she was not afraid to unfriend someone. Even Bob didn’t unfriend. Though, admittedly, Bob had seven hundred and ninety-one friends and was the founder of the group “WE HEART VAMPIRES!!!!!!” No one called Bob a luser. She got “sllllluuuuuutttt.”