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“Since when do you wear bright red lipstick?”
“Since now.” My voice is so Minnie Mouse I don’t even
believe me.
Celeste raises one eyebrow, examines me. “Is ‘Auntie
Martine-on-Men’ behind this? And, by the way, when are
you going to let us meet the diva herself?”
“Behind what?” I ask, completely ignoring the second
question. “Aren’t you going to be late for class?”
“It’s lunch, Ruthie. What is wrong with you?”
“Wrong? What could possibly be wrong with wanting
to update my look?”
Celeste snorts. “Since when do you have a look?”
Frankie spots us across the quad and gallops over. She
says, “Guess who I just saw talking to Perfect Girl?”
“Who?” I ask, my heart sinking.
“Your sympathy friend.”
Celeste scoffs. “Yeah, like he could get her.”
“Perry’s not my sympathy friend,” I say, stamping my
foot. Then I ask Frankie, “What were they talking about?”
She shrugs.
Celeste asks, “If he’s not your sympathy friend, what is
he?”
I say, “Is that a poppy seed in your teeth?”
Clearly, I can only change one relationship loop at a time.
The next day, I decide not to brush my hair so I’ll have the
“wild and tousled” style I saw on the last cover of Fabrique.
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