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Even my mother calls him Mr. Arthur, as does everyone else in our town. I guess I could ask someone, but no way am I going to ask him again. Up in my room, I feel like I’m going to explode. How can life change so dramatically in one day? A month before summer vacation and the hottest thing in our school is her? Plus, I definitely saw eye contact and a grin. Without a doubt, Perry spotted those dimples. He’s already thinking about Perfect Girl. I know he is! The last time Perry looked at me the way he looked at her was when he was musing about the solar system. I’m skunked. If you told me I had a week to ace the SATs, I’d hit the books and study. But how do you learn how to become a girl who makes boys pant when you’re a totally imperfect virgin who knows nothing? “Ruthie?” Mom calls me from downstairs. Facedown on my bed, I say, “What?” into my mattress. “Ruthie!” “What?!” I turn my head and shout. “I hope you’re cleaning your room.” “I am,” I lie. Then I pull a pillow over my head. It’s there—in the darkness of my fiber-filled bedding, breathing in the familiar smell of laundry detergent and shampoo—I realize I have only one choice. Mom is going to freak out. But I can’t be in charge of her feelings. Not 20
when I’m in love with a boy who has his eye on a girl whose hair is as naturally straight as her teeth. It’s an emergency. I need major help. And there’s only one woman who can give it: Aunt Marty. 21
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- Page 9 and 10: SHE WALKS INTO CLASS TEN MINUTES AF
- Page 11 and 12: “DUCK.” That’s the first word
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- Page 15 and 16: “If it isn’t P. Nerdy in his ga
- Page 17 and 18: IT WAS DELICIOUSLY WARM OUT, ONE OF
- Page 19 and 20: The two of us were trapped in a mat
- Page 21 and 22: you see all four of them? They’re
- Page 23 and 24: MOM HAS HER FEET PROPPED UP ON OUR
- Page 25 and 26: Mom—her kinky reddish-gray curls
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- Page 33 and 34: a giant looping ramp. Suddenly, I s
- Page 35 and 36: and Destruction” lectures. “Eve
- Page 37 and 38: Before I could figure out what to s
- Page 39 and 40: I laughed, too. Tried to look as ca
- Page 41 and 42: “Do you have these in red?” she
- Page 43 and 44: what everyone else did. “These cr
- Page 45 and 46: sure they’d been ironed. Everythi
- Page 47 and 48: in front of other males, about not
- Page 49 and 50: “WE CAME ALL THIS WAY FOR A DAY ?
- Page 51 and 52: “Who told you?” my mother asked
- Page 53 and 54: The last thing I saw were Aunt Mart
- Page 55 and 56: Far back in the corner of my closet
- Page 57 and 58: emember it. Like the soft, warm com
- Page 59 and 60: asking Aunt Marty for advice about
- Page 61 and 62: un both hands down the front of her
- Page 63 and 64: Mom is speechless. Her hair is a kn
- Page 65 and 66: She slams the freezer door shut in
- Page 67 and 68: WE’RE TOO LATE. BY THE TIME I BRI
- Page 69 and 70: “We have company!” he exclaims.
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- Page 73 and 74: I’d say, “Sure,” without worr
- Page 75 and 76: I wiggle my freshly painted toenail
- Page 77 and 78: “Thanks,” I say, calling after
when I’m in love with a boy who has his eye on a girl whose<br />
hair is as naturally straight as her teeth. It’s an emergency. I<br />
need major help. And there’s only one woman who can give<br />
it: Aunt Marty.<br />
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