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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 10:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:32 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2011 11:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 12:14 am
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____"Hold on a sec." Meredith covers the mouthpiece. "It was nice meeting you. See you at breakfast?"
____"Yeah. See ya." I try to say this casually, but I'm so thrilled that I skip from her room and promptly slam into a wall.
____Whoops. Not a wall. A boy.
____"Oof." He staggers backward.
____"Sorry! I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were there.
____He shakes his head, a little dazed. The first thing I notice is his hair - it's the first thing I notice about everyone. It's dark brown and messy and somehow both long and short at the same time. I think of the Beatles, since I've just seen them in Meredith's room. It's artist hair. Musician hair. I-pretend-I-don't-care-but-I-really-do hair.
____Beautiful hair.
____"It's okay, I didn't see you either. Are you all right, then?"
____Oh my. He's English.
____________p.15
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____"Hey, St. Clair. How was your summer?"
____"Hallo, Amanda. Fine."
____"Did you stay here, or did you go back to London?" She leans over her friend, a short girl with a severe ponytail, and positions herself for maximum cleavage exposure.
____"I stayed with me mum in San Francisco. Did you have a good holiday?" He asks this politely, but I'm pleased to hear the indifference in his voice.
____________p. 25
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____True to her word, Rashmi pays for my ticket. I take the opportunity to slip out a scrap of paper and a pen that I'd hidden in my jacket for this very purpose. Mer is next in line, and I transcribe her speech phonetically.
____Oon ploss see voo play.
____St. Clair leans over my shoulder and whispers. "You've spelled it wrong."
____My head jerks up in embarrassment, but he's smiling. I drop my face, so that my hair shields my cheeks. They blush more for his smile than anything else.
[...]
____It's odd, but I keep finding myself distracted. By the white of his teeth through the darkness. By a wavy bit of his hair that sticks straight out to the side. By the soft aroma of his laundry detergent. He nudges me to silently offer the armrest, but I decline and he takes it. His arm is close to mine, slightly elevated. I glance at his hands. Mine are tiny compared to his large, knuckly boy hands.
[...]
____I risk a glance, and St. Clair stares back. Deeply. He has not looked at me like this before. I turn away first, then feel him turn a few beats later.
____I know he is smiling, and my heart races.
____________p.105-107
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