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90 days of different

“I’m not putting myself down. Luke isn’t the only one who
looks in mirrors. I know exactly what I look like. I’m cute,
perky and, on a good day, in the right light with the right
makeup, actually very pretty.”
“That’s right. You’re very pretty.”
“Wait. A few minutes ago you thought I was beautiful,”
she said.
“I, um, of course you’re—”
“Because pretty, even very pretty, is a major step down
from beautiful,” she said. “From you.”
My mind spun, struggling for something to say.
“Soph, I know how people, males, react to me and how
they react to you. When I’m by myself I get my share of looks.
When we’re together I’m prepared to be a little less visible.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” I said.
“The guys are all looking at you so hard, they don’t notice
that I’m there.”
“That’s not what happens.”
“It’s the truth, and I’m okay with that.” She laughed. “I guess
I have to be. You’re my best friend, and it’s not like you can
help it that you’re gorgeous. That’s probably part of the reason
Luke waited until school was over to break it off.”
“He said he didn’t want to distract me from my exams.”
She laughed. “That would be considerate, and he’s not. He
knew that if you two broke up while school was still on that
you’d have won the break-up.”
“Nobody wins in those things.”

“Of course they do. The first person to be with somebody
else after a breakup wins. Even one of his close friends would
have chosen you over him. You always win.”

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