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coming off his chest, his grasslike smell, the feeling that we were all alone—the two of us—on a tiny patch of roof in the middle of an infinite universe. Just us fatherless space sailors held together by gravitational force. As unexpected as a shooting star, I fell in love with my (almost) best friend. “Some nights you can see the Ring Nebula,” Perry said. “But not now. It’s too early.” He was wrong. It was too late. I was weightless in his orbit. I would never view Perry Gould as my “pal” again. It was beyond my control. My heart knew it, my knees knew it. If only I could figure out a way to let Perry in on the news. Before someone—like the new girl, the perfect girl— gets her French-manicured hands on my soon-to-be (please God!) boyfriend. 14
MOM HAS HER FEET PROPPED UP ON OUR OLD BURLED wood coffee table. Her purple velour pants stretch tightly across her thighs. She wears the slippers she calls her “inside shoes” and knits a baby blanket out of yellow yarn. “Did you finish your homework?” she asks. 15
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MOM HAS HER FEET PROPPED UP ON OUR OLD BURLED<br />
wood coffee table. Her purple velour pants stretch tightly<br />
across her thighs. She wears the slippers she calls her<br />
“inside shoes” and knits a baby blanket out of yellow<br />
yarn.<br />
“Did you finish your homework?” she asks.<br />
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