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That fking letter! Shit! I was like Sadda to Satan, I can change! I can change!

No I can’t change I shouldn’t change

Caroline may be a lush and a slut but she’s not a coed me not to post the letter, but I wouldn’t listen to her “What the fk do you have to change for?” she said “He should fking change, uptight bastard Why are you doing this? If you need some end-of-adolescence protest, couldn’t you like just wreck your dad’s Jaguar on the Palisades Parkway or soh you and Tal, the nightmare couple, one more time? And lose out on Brown for it? Norah, you know you’ll meet soht

What good is Caroline now, passed out in Nick’s friend’s van? I wonder if her cell is turned on I need to tell her Tal is back! And I fked up but now I have officially woken the fk up

“Norah?” the Playboy Bunny bouncer responds to my pronouncement of oh fk, which is no small relief because I don’t have a fake ID When your dad is the well-known head of a major record label, it tends not to be necessary at most clubs in Lower Manhattan

“Toni?” I say S/he grabswhether s/he wanted to pursue a career in the est advocate in n (thus far) to convince Dad to produce an all-punk band tribute albu on that demo?”

S/he pulls out a CD strapped inside the bushy tail at her back “Just finished it! Will you pass it on?”

“Sure,” I say, hoping Nick will not interrogate hteen-year-old flannel-shirt-wearing B&T girl, to be passing on demos

“Go right on over to the VIP area,” Toni says “I’ll make sure your drinks are on the house”

“I don’t drink,” I remind Toni

“Oh, live a little,” s/he says, bue, bend ’round the corner for once in your life” Toni turns to Nick “Illinois? Twenty-three years old? Givebreak But have fun, kids”