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“Schweeet” Carrie grabbed a chair fro astride it in her hot pink stirrup pants—they s and the pink fringe of her bangs, a shock of color on her otherwise dark head—and started to eat her fries, still wearing her black lace, fingerless Madonna gloves “It’s about tiot some fresh meat around here So where’s the beef?”

“Not on my tray” Wendy arrived at our table with her usual eye-roll, made even more dramatic by the heavy eyeliner she used to fraave a dra the meat they serve in this school”

“Not beef, ya airhead Beef cake” Carrie rolled her eyes right back at Wendy, who set her tray, a duplicate of Carrie’s, on the table

We’d gone to high school with Carrie and Wendy, back e all thought we’d be graduating like everyone else with the class of 1986 They’d recognized lo to the faether like the four h school equivalencies Carrie and Wendy were loud and brash and they both liked to be the center of attention It was as if Madonna and Pat Benatar had struck up a friendship—except along the way, they’d met up with the Violent Feo a little bit punk, just for fun

“Beefcake?” Wendy whipped her head around, hunting for fresh htly in her chair, her black leather hs, a look that had gotten her in trouble more than once by Mr West, the academy head, but Wendy persisted with her risqué fashion choices nonetheless “Where?”

“I passed hi the bottoetting every last bit of blueberry “You should see this guy”

“Who is he, David Hasselhoff?”

Aimee scoffed “Far better”

Carrie wagged a finger at her “Hey, don’t dis the Knight Rider”

“Apparently he looks exactly like Tyler Vincent” I , picking up her e inside, ain She couldn’t have done much better if she’d licked it clean

“It’s light and fat-free” Aimee pointed at the label “Just a hundred calories”

“Tyler Vincent?” Wendy cocked her head, frowning and looking atI was known far and wide in high school as a huge Tyler Vincent fan

“You know, the rock star Sara lurrrrrrves” Carrie nudged Wendy, but she was teasingketchup packets with her teeth

“No shit, Sherlock” Wendy spat the bit of plastic onto her tray