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complete weirdo, my dad was some kind of thief, I’d invited three of my four best friends on a trip when only one was allowed to come, and I suddenly had no doubt that my guys were about to start figuring it all out.
    â€œOh man,” I groaned.
    â€œShe was a cutie. Most definitely,” Arno said. So I knew that he’d misunderstood my groan and thought I was happy, which was definitely how I’d been all last night. Arno’s phone beeped; he picked it up, looked at it briefly, and then tossed the phone over to me.
    â€œIt’s your girl’s information, from Liesel.”
    I forwarded the message to my phone.
    â€œI can’t wait to talk to her.”
    â€œI’ll bet,” Arno said. “You two were all over each other.”
    I scrambled around and tried to sit up in the bed. Wait, there was no bed. I looked up. Arno was in a bed. I was lying on the floor under abright orange blanket that had been made by some Italian artist.
    I remembered her face. She’d been so sweet.
Ruth.
    â€œLet’s go over to Florent and get some breakfast.” Arno stood up and stretched.
    â€œYou sure you don’t want to hang around here? And then later, maybe go to school?”
    â€œNah,” Arno said. “Lately I get miserable being anywhere near my parents. But yeah, we could go to school. Let’s just go to Florent for some eggs first.”
    He found some loafers and put them on. And then I remembered what was going on with his parents.
    â€œYou’re right, let’s get out of here.” I struggled to stand.

lovers quarrel over the shape of clouds in the sky
    Mickey and Philippa were hanging around Mickey’s house on Tuesday night, trying not to get into trouble again. Mickey had a huge desire to go out and do something insane, but being totally in love with Philippa was kind of squelching that feeling.
    â€œYou have a way of making me want to sit home and drink milk,” he said.
    â€œThat’s romantic,” Philippa said, and she sounded like she kind of meant it. “It’s the new, clean us—and if we stay this way, maybe my parents will even start being nice to you.”
    â€œWow,” Mickey said. And then they locked eyes and started to fool around very intensely because that was the only relatively harmless thing they could think of to do—and since they’d been hanging out at home alone, they’d been doing it constantly.
    They were in the Pardo living room, which was massive and blanketed in art, and which resembled the hallof a medieval castle. They were sprawled out on the huge purple couch and took breaks from kissing to sip beer from shiny cans of Sapporo. Mickey was in billowy black shorts and an IKAREN O T-shirt. Over the last couple of days he’d rediscovered shorts and remembered how much he liked them.
    â€œHave you talked to anybody today?”
    â€œOnly at school.” Philippa rubbed her eyes. She had allergies and the rugs in the Pardo house all came from exotic animals.
    â€œDid you hear anything about Liesel’s party?” Mickey asked.
    â€œJust that we missed a good time.”
    To Mickey, it sounded a little like Philippa wished she’d been there. They were quiet. She handed him the beer. He sipped it, and smiled at her.
    He could feel the need to go out and break stuff rumbling in his chest. He knew that this just wasn’t his nature, that no matter how much he loved Philippa, he couldn’t sit at home and study and fool around much longer. Then his cell rang and he fumbled around on the floor to get it. Unlike, say, Jonathan, who had the latest Motorola with all the extras, Mickey was content with an old phone of his dad’s that was about the size of a softball, and that he had to punch a few times after it rang to get a connection. It was David.
    â€œI heard that Ebershoff kid attacked you with a meat cleaver last night,” Mickey said.
    â€œClose,”