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Mrs Hastings clapped her hands together "That sounds lovely, Amelia! Tell us the date, and we’ll be there"
"I want to be available for all of you girls" Mr Pennythistle glanced fro "We’re a fa"
Spencer sniffed Where’d he get that line, Dr Phil? "I already have a family, thank you very much," she said
Melissa widened her eyes Amelia had a sossip in Us Weekly Mrs Hastings ju very rude, Spencer Please leave the table"
Spencer let out a half laugh, but Mrs Hastings nudged her chin toward the hall "I’ently "This is Spencer’s favorite s’s voice was strained, alo"
"I’h she wasn’t Fathers weren’t interchangeable She couldn’t randouy she didn’t even know All of a sudden, she couldn’t wait until next fall when she was at Princeton Away from Rosewood, away from her new family, away from A, away froht know, too It couldn’t coh
Shoulders hunched, she stomped into the hall A pile of mail was stacked neatly in the center of the hall table, a long, slender envelope froht on top Spencer snatched it up, hoping for a fleeting second that perhaps the school riting to tell her she could move in early--like now
Soft, subdued voices sounded fro room Spencer’s family’s two Labradoodles, Rufus and Beatrice, bounded toward the , probably s deer on the lawn Spencer sliced open the envelope with her fingernail and reo for the Princeton ads,
It appears there has been a ses applied to Princeton’s incos, and a s, from Darien, Connecticut Unfortunately, our admissions board did not realize you were two separate individuals--some read your application, and others read the other Spencer’s application, but we all voted as if you were one applicant Now that we’ve realized our oversight, our committee needs to reread and review both of your applications thoroughly and decide which of you shall be ad candidates, so it willyou’d like to add to your application that ht sway the admissions board, noould be an excellent tiood luck!
All the best,
Bettina Bloom
President, Princeton Admissions Board
Spencer read over the letter three tie looked like a Rorschach blob This couldn’t be right She had gotten in to Princeton This was done
Two o, her future was secure Now she was poised to lose it all
A lilting giggle snaked around the roolanced out the side hich faced the old DiLaurentis house next door So But the shadow she thought she’d seen didn’t reappear Whoever had been there was gone
Chapter 3
PRETTY LITTLE LONER
"Connect with the divine source of all life," a soothing voice chanted in Aria Montgoo of the tension in your body First your ars, then theAria opened her eyes It was Thursday yirls dressed in leotards and leg warmers pranced into the room for the first-period modern dance class