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start coming in?
    I mean, seriously, what ?
    You know what I think about mostly?
    I think about those finless sharks being thrown over the edges of the boats and the way they flick their tails in a sea of their own blood—that has to be exciting to their senses, all that blood, before they realize it’s their own—the way the nerves in their bodies are sending a message to the place where their tail fins used to be, willing the nonexistent tail fins to move. The phantom tail fins. The way they try a few times before they realize it’s not going to work. That nothing’s going to work. Then they sink.
    They surrender to it.
    I wonder how that feels.
    I get the feeling I know how it feels.
    But you know what? I also think about the other stuff.
    I think about that party we went to at Parrish’s place when his parents were on a cruise and he and his sister decorated the crap out of that apartment. If anyone else did that, we’d think, “Dude, seriously? Are you eight?” But somehow they made those fairy and wizard decorations seem purposeful and awesome, after all.
    I don’t want to
    I mean, this is
    There are over three hundred different species of shark.
    I am trying to only think about sharks because it’s easier, you know?
    It’s easier than thinking about you. And about how you danced when you put the wings on at that party, the way that you were laughing. It was like a movie, a stupid romantic movie, when you spun around and around and the lights were flashing and for a second we were the only ones in the room and we weren’t just slightly drunk teenagers, we were every age we’d ever been: little kids, big kids, teenager, even our future adult selves, all spinning in that moment.
    Or maybe I was drunker than I thought.
    I wanted to kiss you so bad, like I’d never wanted to kiss anyone before.
    Then The King built that insane tightrope from the top of the stairs over the entrance hall and climbed onto it. Then he pasted on his look-at-me face. And then there was the way everyone stared like he knew they would, hooting and clapping.
    The way, when he was done, you ran over to him and jumped on him, knocking him to the ground. That’s when he grinned for real.
    â€œGive the people what they want,” he said to me from the floor, staring up, holding you tight around the waist like he’d never let you go. It was the way his hands were there on the bare part of your back above your jeans, the part that made me think of violins and sex.
    I felt sick.
    We had this deal that no one ever said out loud, but the deal was that we were friends, the three of us, and no one could cross the lines of friendship with you. Not me. Not him.
    We had a deal .
    Maybe you didn’t know that. Or maybe you forgot.
    Maybe he didn’t know either.
    So anyway, guess what?
    I’m going to stay with my dad for a while.
    Well, you know what he’s like.
    So really looking forward to that.
    By which I mean, I’d rather do anything else. I’d say that I’d rather die, but that would be a lie and something that I’m actually not going to say again because it’s not funny anymore. Not ever. No matter who says it.
    Anyway, no matter how much I think about them, those finned sharks can’t be saved. Even if you were right there and caught them in your hands and held them up, they’d die anyway. They’d bleed out. You can’t put a Band-Aid on a shark.
    There’s a lot of stuff you can’t put a Band-Aid on.
    I love you.
    I hate you.
    Whatever, right?
    Smell ya later. Catch ya on the flip side. Love ya.
    JC

 
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    I need to say that she’s totally hilarious.
    And smart.
    She is so smart.
    She reads everything, just because. She read the encyclopedias up until the letter M and then she says it got repetitive and it felt like the earlier letters, the things she knew about, say, Alexandria, were leaking out to make room for Mars.
    She