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sound. Annoyed, I ask Celeste, “Why do you have to be so mean to him?” “He’s mean to me.” “You were mean first.” “What, are we in kindergarten? Who cares about Perry? It’s not like he’s your boyfriend, Ruthie,” Celeste says. “It’s not like I have to like him.” I swallow. “He is my friend.” “Your sympathy friend. Just because you were friends as kids doesn’t mean you need to be friends now.” What could I say? I didn’t have the guts to tell my best friend that I was officially in love with Perry Gould. She can’t see into his poet’s soul the way I suddenly can. And if I told Frankie about my new thing for Perry, she’d instantly blab to Celeste. Which is why Frankie will always be best friend number two. Most of all, neither one of my friends would understand what happened last Friday night. Particularly since I don’t understand it myself. 8
IT WAS DELICIOUSLY WARM OUT, ONE OF THOSE PREsummer nights that makes you crazy because school is almost over, but finals are still ahead. It’s like you’re dying to be free but you can’t let go. Not yet. “Check this out,” Perry said. We were up on the flat part of his roof—like we always were—hanging out. Perry was staring at the stars through 9
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IT WAS DELICIOUSLY WARM OUT, ONE OF THOSE PREsummer<br />
nights that makes you crazy because school is<br />
almost over, but finals are still ahead. It’s like you’re dying to<br />
be free but you can’t let go. Not yet.<br />
“Check this out,” Perry said.<br />
We were up on the flat part of his roof—like we always<br />
were—hanging out. Perry was staring at the stars through<br />
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