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He scooted closer and took a sniff, nodding “Yeah, it re”

“Thanks!” I said I wasn’t positive it was a coh of one to say thanks “I’ve been switching between this coconut one and my sister’s baby shampoo, to do an experiment on which ht in and kissed ht of him any kind of way before that kiss He was too pretty, too smooth Not my type of boy at all But after he kissed me, he was all I could think about for ? What ifwhat if ot sent too? To John Ambrose McClaren Kenny from camp Lucas Krapf

Josh

Oh ot to find that hatbox I’ve got to find those letters

I go back outside to the track I don’t see Chris anywhere, so I guess she is sht over to Coach, who is sitting on the bleachers with his phone

“I can’t stop throwing up,” I whimper I double over and cradle o to the nurse’s office?”

Coach barely looks up from his phone “Sure”

As soon as I’m out of his eye line, I make a run for it Gym’s my last period of the day, and my house is only a couple of miles from school I run like the wind I don’t think I’ve ever run so hard or so fast in ain I run so hard, a couple of ti to throw up And then I remember the letters, and Josh, and Up close, your face wasn’t so ain

As soon as I get hoo intoon the top shelf where it usually sits It’s not on the floor, or behind et on h piles of sweaters, shoe boxes, craft supplies I look in places it could not possibly be, because it’s a hatbox and it’s big, but I look anyway My hatbox is nowhere

I collapse onto the floor This is a horror movie My life has become a horror movie Next to et a ride hoo down to the kitchen and call Margot on the house phone It’s still et bad I’ll just leave out the Josh part of it and focus on the Peter part She’ll knohat to do; she always knohat to do I’o, I ’s a mess without you, but when she picks up the phone, she sounds sleepy, and I can tell that I’ve woken her up “Were you sleeping?” I ask

“No, I was just lying down,” she lies

“Yes you were sleeping! Gogo, it’s not even ten o’clock over there! Wait, is it? Did I calculate wrong again?”

“No, you’re right I’m just so tired I’ve been up since five, because” Her voice trails off “What’s wrong?”

I hesitate Maybe it’s better not to burden Margot with all of this I e: this is what she’s worked for; this is her drea over how things are going back home without her Besides, ould I even say? I wrote a bunch of love letters and they got sent out, including one I wrote to your boyfriend? “Nothing’s wrong,” I say I’ure it out on ot yawns “Tellagain