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a jackass. We can do so much better than that. And MySpace is the perfect place to do it. We can make him as incredible as we want him to be!"

    Lane squirmed in the chair. "Please tell me you're kidding."

    "Do I look like I'm kidding?" Vivi asked, putting her hands in the front pocket of her hoodie.

    Lane stared into her friend's excited green eyes. "Unfortunately, no."

    "Good," Vivi said with a grin. "Now get out of my chair."

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    "Unbelievable," Vivi said, leaning back in her chair and crooking her arms behind her neck. She checked her Nike sports watch. "Less than an hour to make up a whole person."

    "Y sure you don't want to give him a cool screen name?" Lane asked from the rickety old kitchen chair next to Vivi. "Most people have them."

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    "That's all right, Penny Lane," Vivi said facetiously. "Brandon is too cool for that."

    Lane rolled her eyes at the dig.

    "What? Come on. Y ou're the one who said he should be a man of few words--which was totally perfect, by the way," Vivi said, trying to appease Lane with a compliment. She reached for the mouse and scrolled up. "Would a guy whose About me' reads only, 'Drums. Summer. Books. Coffee-- black1' really make up a doofy name for himself?"

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    Lane considered this with a thoughtful frown. "Okay. Good point."

    They both leaned back again to admire their work. The cool black-and-brown background had been cribbed from one of Lane's other male friends-- she seemed to have a lot, which surprised Vivi--but then maybe her friend was better at talking to guys online than in person. Lane had also constructed some killer favorites lists. They were spare, but they included a few of Isabelle's faves, and had been rounded out by choices that were convincingly guy stuff like The Art of War, Junk Brothers, and select Adam Sandler movies.

    Then, the piece de resistance: his profile picture. A photo of a black-and-white boxer dog they had lifted from some other guy's page. Isabelle loved dogs. Brandon having his pup as his picture might even distract Izzy from the fact that she didn't actually know what the guy looked like. They'd even put "My dog Henley" in his "Heroes" section. Vivi's most inspired idea of the night.

    "It's perfect," Vivi said, satisfied.

    "Not quite," Lane told her, reaching for the mouse. "He needs some friends."

    "What do you mean?" Vivi asked.

    "We can't just have him add Isabelle first. He'll look like a loser stalker," Lane pointed out. She navigated to her own page and went to her friend space. "Here. We'll find some people that are online right now and send them friend requests."

    "Lane, I think you might be good at this deception thing," Vivi said, impressed.

    "I won't let it go to my head," Lane replied with a touch

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    of sarcasm. She hadn't let Vivi forget for one moment that she disapproved of this whole plan, but she blushed slightly anyway.

    Within fifteen minutes, Brandon had eleven new friends and two comments about how cool his dog was.

    "I can't believe how many people have nothing better to do on a Friday night than this," Vivi said, shaking her head.

    "Including us," Lane replied.

    "Y but we're on a mission," Vivi pointed out. She dropped forward and put her feet on the ground, pulling the keyboard to her. "Okay. Let's do this."

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    "Now? Y ou're gonna message her now?" Lane was panicked.

    "Why wait?" Vivi asked.

    "Let's just think about this a sec," Lane said, getting up. "I mean, yeah, creating Mr. Perfect has been fun, but do we want to mess with her like this?"

    "We're not messing with her," Vivi protested. "We're helping her see the light at the end of the tunnel. She needs to know there are other options out there."

    "Y eah, but--was

    "Lane. It's totally harmless," Vivi told her, tilting her head. "I mean, any real guy could add her on here at any second and serve the exact same purpose. We just can't wait that long. Don't be a wuss."

    Lane took a deep breath, and Vivi knew she