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“I guess so,” he said

“Why?”

“I don’t know”

“You don’t have to go I’ll be off in a minute” Jahteen-year-old boy who still thinks he has a chance to get laid He watched her pacing the rooer, and ht think about him

She got off the phone and threw it onto the couch “So,” she said, turning to hiht at a club, and a bunch of people videotaped it and put it on Snarker”

“Oh,” Jas?”

She looked at hi? Girls are vicious”

“I see,” Jaht you ain, to fill up the silence

“I know,” she said She put her hands over her eyes “I’m just so confused”

“You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to,” Ja on the coffee table between the of New York harbor circa 1775 The title of the book, Diary of an American Terrorist, ritten across the top in raised red type

She took away her hands and stared at hi the book, picked it up “I want to read it I really do But I’m upset about Philip”

“Oh,” Jaotten all about Philip

“He’s just so mean”

“He is?”

She nodded “Ever since he askedI do” She readjusted herself on the couch “Like the other day I was doing a salt scrub in the bathrooot on the floor And then I had to do sostore—and Philip came home and slipped on the salt So when I ca messy”