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literally lifted Mari off the ground to keep her team from win-
ning at Capture the Flag. The almost-kiss outside the infirmary.
Being caught by Margaret. Not even Mary Faith and Paige,
her two best friends from camp, knew about that.
“Yeah, I need to stop doing this to myself.” Mari scrolled
some more, finding another picture of him and Lindsay. She
tried not to compare herself to this girl, someone she hated
based totally on the fact that she was with Jase. But how could
Mari ever compete with perfection? @ActuallyLindsAy2001
had strawberry-blonde hair that could only be achieved
through the best salon in the city, and her bright-blue eyes
never looked tired or sunken. And she was thin in the athletic
way that Mari could never be. Mari, with her hips, curves,
thick thighs, curly brown hair, and dark eyes . . . She was the
exact opposite of Lindsay.
“Or text him and get it out of your system,” said Hannah.
Mari didn’t want to admit that she didn’t have Jase’s num-
ber. That on the last day of camp, she had nervously put her
number in his phone, and her heart had cracked a little when
he hadn’t made a move to do the same.
“Sure,” she said instead, because it wasn’t like there weren’t
other ways to get in touch with him. “I could do that and then
face the humiliation of him ignoring it.”
“And then you could move on.” Hannah scrunched her
long, wispy blonde hair into a careless ponytail and then took
a bite of her sandwich. “There are lots of guys here.”
“Sure. And all of them want to ask out the one-legged girl.”
Mari said it as a joke, but there was a lot of truth to her words.
“Mari?” It was the Spanish teacher from earlier, putting

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