"Wow!" said Frank. "That girl is just like you, Judy!"

"Nah-uh," said Judy.

"Yah-huh!" said Rocky and Frank together.

"You're like twins or something," said Frank. . . .

"It's like they took a machine and made a copy," said Rocky.

"Maybe she's your clone!" said Frank.

"ROAR!" said Judy.

She, Judy Moody, liked being one of a kind. An original. Her mom said she was unique. Her dad said she was an individual. Mr. Todd said she was in a class by herself (even though there were twenty other kids in Class 3T!). Being unique made Judy feel special. That's the way it is, was, and always would be. Should be.

Until now. Until Amy Namey, Gum-Chewing Girl Reporter, moved in.

Now she felt like a NOT-one-of-a-kind, machine-made copy. A two-of-a-kind, un-original, boring old not-stand-alone clone.