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    ‘Infinity’ first published in the USA in
SIXTEEN: Stories About That Sweet and Bitter Birthday
by Three Rivers Press (imprint of The Crown Publishing Group) in 2004
    Just Listen
first published in the USA by Viking, a member of Penguin Group (USA), Inc. 2006
    First published in Great Britain by Penguin Books 2007
    That Summer
first published in the USA by Orchard Books, 1996
    First published in Great Britain by Penguin Books 2009
    Published in this edition 2010
    Text copyright © Sarah Dessen, 2010
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Infinity
    Lately, I don’t dream about Anthony. I dream about the roundabout.
    Now, Mr Haskell, my psychology teacher, would say this had implications. That somehow my fear of the roundabout is linked
to my issues with Anthony, which are both many and complicated. Mr Haskell has a certain way he says things like this, leaning
over with both elbows balanced on his lectern. It’s very unsettling, as if he can see deep into your soul. But the truth is
I was scared of the roundabout before I even met Anthony.
    Most towns have those most modern of inventions, traffic lights, to deal with traffic. Not here. Instead, some genius decided
however many years ago to put in instead this big circle with all the main roads feeding into it, then sat back to watch people
crash to their deaths as they attempted to negotiate it.
    But I digress.
    My first experience with the roundabout was when I was about seven. We’d just moved to town so that my father could finally
finish his dissertation. My mother and I were on our way to the grocery store when we suddenly came up on this big sign that
said YIELD with an arrow pointing to the right. Cars were going round a big circle, off which poked several different exits to different
roads. The trick, apparently, was to kind of merge in, follow round until your exit, then merge out. Simple as that.
    ‘Oh, my God,’ my mother said, poking her glasses
up the bridge of her nose, which she always does when she’s really nervous. ‘What is this?’
    The answer came in the form of a loud, impatient beep from behind us. My mother looked anxiously to her left, then tentatively
tapped at the accelerator, sending us inching out into oncoming traffic. Another beep.
    ‘Mom,’ I said.
    ‘I’m merging!’ she shrieked, as if this was on the level of splitting atoms and I was

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