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  • That's not really the kind of thing I do on social media.
  • Do you know how much money these kids can make if they can get the right audience? They're, literally, set for life.
  • You don't have kids. So, it's hard for you to understand.
  • I'm not sure. But I'll think about it.
  • It would really help. They could get a lot of exposure through you.
  • I plop on the couch. I listen to a voicemail from my mother. I'll be leaving for New York again in a couple days. But then, I worried it looked like I was ignoring her. It's too late now to call my mother back. I know what she would say anyway.I have to admit, what bothers me the most about the whole request is Mallory's part in it.
  • Mallory stopped, turned around, and stood in front of Mary. She lifted her right arm and punched her in the nose. Mary's little maw of a mouth emitted a long, enraged howl that slowly receded as Mallory and I ran away.
  • "Work, work, work. It's all you ever think about."
  • On the last day of Grade 3, Mallory walked home with me. Coming up behind us was Mary Lafferty who chanted her usual insults at me and pulled her eyelids to slits with her short sausage fingers.
  • We were howling too. But ours originated from laughter. The kind that made our chests heave, the kind that forced our bodies to involuntarily bend at the waist as we tried to catch our breath. The kind that made us think we would be friends for life.
  • I'm the last to arrive to dinner. Mallory and Rachel choose a new restaurant called Salute.I see them first.Their faces are turned toward each other. I put a smile on my face and that's what they see as they turn to look up. They stand to greet me.
  • Let's catch up first.
  • We'll fill you in later,
  • Moments before Mallory punched Mary, I also did something that caused Mary to cry. I couldn't help myself because a power surge of rage cracked apart a container inside of me. A container I had carefully constructed called
  • Me too.
  • So, what were you two whispering about? Do I get to know too?
  • I've missed you. I'm so happy we're all together again like this,
  • "Pretending To Not Care."
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