Saturday, March 20, 2010


“If I needed an excuse,” said Atalanta. “it’d be that my mother used to take me down the coast every summer on vacation, and I got so tired of being hit on by all the pretty boys that I made up a serious boyfriend back home.”
     “And at school?” asked Nick.
     “Force of habit, I guess. It’s just easier to pretend I was staying faithful to my summer boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as if a unicorn could fall asleep with his head in my lap . . . okay, technically, he could; but he’d probably wake up real grumpy.”

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