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PrincessCesca: did he wet his lips?<br />

LostPhoebe: no<br />

PrincessCesca: did he close his eyes?<br />

LostPhoebe: no<br />

PrincessCesca: did he lay his palm on your cheek?<br />

LostPhoebe: no<br />

LostPhoebe: he was kinda busy holding me<br />

PrincessCesca: are you sure he was going to kiss you?<br />

LostPhoebe: for the millionth time . . . yes!<br />

PrincessCesca: you’re in trouble<br />

LostPhoebe: tell me about it<br />

PrincessCesca: ES will kill you if you catch him before she can<br />

ES is our shorthand for Evil Stepsister. AKA Stella.<br />

After Griffin dropped me—and I found out that Nicole’s ankle<br />

zap had worn off and I could walk just fine—I had endured Stella’s<br />

inquisition about the whole thing.<br />

As soon as she was satisfied, I ran to my room—to the new laptop<br />

and Internet connection that will be my salvation for these next few<br />

months—and called up Cesca on IM.<br />

LostPhoebe: she won’t find out<br />

PrincessCesca: it’s a small island<br />

LostPhoebe: Justinian never found out they’d moved the school<br />

PrincessCesca: what?<br />

Oops. Not supposed to let that cat out of the bag. Well, at least I<br />

didn’t say who had moved the school. That would be worse.<br />

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