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Chapter one

  “Brit! Hurry up!” I called. She yells back, “I’m coming, Alex! Do you have my keys?” She’s on the porch, looking through her purse. I yell to her, “Yeah! Come on!”
  Brit is my girl. Her short choppy hair has grown out to her chin. It flies behind her as she runs down the porch steps. She runs right into my arms. We hug and she whispers, “I love you Alex.” And I whisper back, “I love you, too, Brit.”
   We walk to the 1979 mustang she has. She says, “Chick, start it up.” (Before youthink anything else, I AM a chick.)