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“Did you ever think about boys?' I say, staring up into the dark. 'There wasn't room,' she whispers, and her voice is unbelievably sad. 'At first, after Connor, I was just waiting. I was going to get a new boyfriend soon- as soon as I was prettier or better, more perfect. But after a while there was no room for anything else. If I though about kissing or sex, I just started feeling ugly, too awful for anything good.”

“I really want us to grow old together, you know? Go through all the typical life stuff together, even if that means we can only e-mail each other once a week because you moved to the middle of nowhere in Nebraska with your ten kids, and I'm still California because it's amazing. Just like in that one movie - we'll never lose touch with each other, ever. Is that weird?! No, Feenie said. It's perfectly fucking normal.”

“They say the word jinx is a jinx, but not him! He's my lucky cat. My uncle gave him to me." "We have lucky cats, too." Niko unzipped her bag and carefully unwrapped a white cat with one paw in the air. "His name is Maneki Neko." "Niko, Neko! Niko, Neko!" Madison responded in a singsong. "My name means 'kindness.' His means 'luck,'" Niko explained. Gwen leaned against the doorjamb with her arms folded. "I think that is a wonderful combination. Kindness and luck." "We have two lucky cats!" Madison exclaimed.”

“Ok," he says. "First lesson." Noah broadens his stance, taking his place firmly on the embassy side of the threshold. "in the United States," he says. Then, with both feet, he leaps on to the sidewalk. "Out of the United States." Quickly, he jumps back toward me. "In the United States." Another jump across the threshold. "Out of the United States. In. Out. In --" "Is this the part where I hit you?”

“I liked to discover connections like that, especially if they concerned Lila. I traced lines between moments and events distant from one another, I established convergences and divergences. In that period it became a daily exercise: the better off I had been in Ischia, the worse off Lila had been in the desolation of the neighborhood; the more I had suffered upon leaving the island, the happier she had become. It was as if, because of an evil spell, the joy or sorrow of one required the sorrow or joy of the other; even our physical aspect, it seemed to me, shared in that swing.”

“Even though Graham and I went back to arguing and stealing socks and hiding each other's toothbrushes in the litter box, I didn't forget that Graham didn't think I needed a best friend, because either it meant he thought I was cool enough to handle everything alone or—and this was what I hoped—it meant that he was my best friend, quietly, forever, no matter what. I mean, after all, whose skates had I been wearing?”

“Far be it from me to slow down two badass supermodels on a mission, but we have a problem," a male voice said wryly. I could see Christian out of the corner of my eye as we turned, his stance and movements almost synchronized to my own. We shared a look, our expressions almost identically similar, wit arched brows and half-smiles. "What's the problem?" I called out, scanning the faces to see who had spoken. "You're a badass supermodel," Christian muttered under his breath at the same time, taking the mature approach, as usual.”

“Here's an idea, Rosie. Why don't you just tell Alex how you feel? Why don't you just finally get all of those feelings out in the open, and clear your messed-up little head? At least then he'll know that you're not going over not because you don't care about him, but that in fact you love him, more than he knows, but that you need to stay here for Katie. Then that will put the ball in his court. He can make the decision whether to come to you or not.”

“We pick up our shots and for the first time there's a total absence of sound in the room. From the ceiling, shy silver things blink and wait. Dennis doesn't sit, but hovers at the edge of the table, leaning in with a darkroom perfected slump. His hair hangs like its edges were dipped in lead. Thin spears pointing to the table. I'm looking at his face; we're both serious in a self-aware way, pretending not to notice. "It doesn't even feel like I left. God, you look fucking terrible. But it's a terrible face that drinks tequila well. Down. And cheers." We force a dull clash of cups and pour everything down at once. The hard tequila shudders that never happen in the movies. First your head feels light, then it starts receiving the distress signals from throat, lungs, belly. Your shoulders jerk to shake off the snake that wrapped around you and squeezed. It burns. The good burn.”

“Christopher Boyce said when he had wanted to end his spying for the Soviets he couldn’t because Andrew Daulton Lee was enjoying the money they were making from the Russians so much that he said if Chris didn’t continue to provide him with secrets from the Black Vault he would tell Chris’s father about what they had done.”

“Did you see that?” she chirped. Her eyes glimmered with excitement. “A falling star! Did you make a wish?” Ian dropped onto his back and looked up. “No—no wishes. I don’t believe in superstitions.” She laughed. “But aliens you do believe in. You’re so weird.” “What did you wish for?” he asked, ignoring the playful insult. She grinned big. “I wished for all your wishes to come true.” “Really? You wasted a wish on me?” “Of course. You’re my best friend.” Her hand reached to squeeze his. “But I thought if you told your wish it wouldn’t come true.” “I thought you didn’t believe in superstitions.”