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"I have a Korean hairoes to my room while I root around in the bathrooet back to ed on the floor, sifting through my hatbox

"Chris! That’s private"

"It was out in the open!" She holds up Peter’s valentine, the poem he wrote me "What’s this?"

Proudly I say, "That’s a poem Peter wrote for ain "He said he wrote it? He’s so full of shit This is froar Allan Poe poem"

"No, Peter definitely wrote it"

"It’s from that poelish class in ar Allan Poe museum, and then ent on a riverboat called the Annabel Lee The poem was framed on the wall!"

I can’t believe this "Buthe told me he wrote it for me"

She cackles "Classic Kavinsky" When Chris sees that I’ with her, she says, "Eh, whatever It’s the thought that counts, right?"

"Except it isn’t his thought" I was so happy to receive that poem No one had ever written iarized A knockoff

"Don’t be pissed I think it’s funny! Clearly he was trying to impress you"

I should’ve known Peter didn’t write it He hardly ever reads in his spare time, much less writes poetry "Well, the necklace is real, at least," I say

"Are you sure?"

I shoot her a dirty look

When Peter and I talk on the phone that night, I’m all set to confront him about the poe about his upcoht?" he says

"I want to, but I proht"

"Can’t you just do it on Saturday?"

"I can’t, the tiht That’s why her hair needs to be done on Friday" It sounds like a weak excuse, I know But I promised And alsoI wouldn’t be able to ride on the bus with Peter, and I don’t feel co forty-five minutes away to a school I’ve never been to He doesn’t need me there anyway Not like Stormy needs me