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Jason’s face. I wonder if he’s going to pass out. “Let’s go” I say. Clare nods. We walk back to the carsubdued. I can hear Jason yelling at us. We climb inClare starts the car turnsand rockets down the driveway and onto the street. Time08.txt[2010-5-17 19:35:10] I watch her drive. It’s beginning to rain. There’s a satisfied smile playing around the edges of her mouth. “Is that what you wanted?” I ask. “Yes” says Clare. “That was perfect. Thank you.” “My pleasure.” I’m getting dizzy. “I think I’m almost gone.” Clare pulls onto a sidestreet. The rain is drumming on the car. It’s like riding through a car wash. “Kiss me” she d louboutin sneakers for saleemands. I doand then I’m gone. MondaySeptember 281987 (Clare is 16) CLARE: At school on Mondayeverybody looks at me but no one will speak to me. I feel like Harriet the Spy after her classmates found her spy notebook. Walking down the hall is like parting the Red Sea. When I walk into Englishfirst periodeveryone stops talking. I sit down next to Ruth. She smiles and looks worried. I don’t say anything either but then I feel her hand on mine under the tablehot and small. Ruth holds my hand for a moment and then Mr. Partaki walks yilai: ugg boots clearance ifSirPercivalandIever chancedtomeet |
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