As Isabel acted out her date, both of them laughing, I stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and pretended she was telling me, too. And that, for once, I was part of this hidden language of laughter and silliness and girls that was, somehow, friendship.
Sarah DessenI reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.
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