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Why do these silly girls do that? Giggling and primping and acting like idiots. Sure they're a little older than me, and suddenly out to impress other teenagers, but seriously…
A glance at Jamie, where she laughs along with them, but doesn't really participate much, reminds me again that we're lucky. Neither of us is alone anymore, we're not looking for something the way these other girls will for the rest of their lives.
Like she understands my thoughts, and I think sometimes she really does, Jamie looks up to meet my eyes.
Really, what more needs to be said?