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pipes； their school neckties flopping loosely against their tanned bare chests。 ？If you have lots of
work to do I could； like； hang out here and wait for you；？ she offered。
？Oh； could you？？ Fiona cried。 She seemed immensely relieved。 ？You see； it？s finals week next
week； and I have forty…seven Spanish irregulars to study and thirteen proofs to do for geometry。？
Jenny peered inside the open door。 A few girls lounged in leather armchairs in the
crystal…chandeliered mon room reading magazines and listening to their iPod minis。 Jenny
recognized a red…and…white rose…patterned Marc Jacobs top on one of them。 And one girl was
wearing the pair of gold Belle by Sigerson Morrison flats she？d coveted all spring but had never
saved up enough to buy。 They looked exactly like the types of girls she would have wanted to be
friends with。 All that was missing were the boys with the pipes and the vodka。
？I？ll stay here；？ she told Fiona firmly。
？Okay。？ Fiona hitched her ugly green backpack up on her shoulder。 ？I？ll e back and get you
in； like； an hour and ten。 We can get bagels in the caf？ an