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I’m going to star in a moo … film. And you’re coming with me! I got you a part and everything! As a prison guard.”
    She pressed herself against David again, happily indulging herself in his warmth and bigness. When she looked back up at him she was met by blank eyes and a face that looked sort of freaked out.
    â€œDavid?” she wailed. “You’re upset, aren’t you. I know, I know. I didn’t think the prison guard part was right, either. We’ll do better. I’ll make Ric come up with something amazing for you to do.” She put her head back against his chest. “But David? The important thing is we’re together. Right? David?”

sad, but true: every girl wants to control her ex’s future love life
    â€œIs that what I think it is?” Philippa Frady’s girlfriend of a few months muttered disgustedly when she saw the white horse. Her name was Stella, and she was a junior at Barnard. “This is like some bizarre, candy-coated 1950s fantasy of girlhood.” Stella’s eye had begun to twitch. “If you’ll excuse me.”
    Philippa watched as her older girlfriend flipped open her phone and walked over to a corner of the restaurant to make a call. Stella had been making calls all day. She had severe features and wore a stiff-collared shirt, and she always did things with a determined seriousness. Right now, she was probably calling the Barnard paper to report pre-feminist doings. She was their art critic.
    When Philippa was sure that Stella was out of sight, she turned and giggled apologetically at the couple they had come to Liesel Reid’s sweet sixteen with. Liesel was afriend of hers from elementary school, before Philippa’s parents left their natural setting, the Upper East Side, for the West Village. “I really like the Boat House,” she said softly. “Don’t tell Stella, though, okay?”
    She’d meant it as a joke, but Mickey Pardo, her last boyfriend as a straight person, and Sonya Maddox, this bi girl she’d met at Starlight, didn’t laugh. Sonya had seemed like a good potential playmate for Mickey, because when Philippa first saw her she was dancing on the bar to that unbearably catchy Kelly Clarkson song, and Philippa knew from personal experience that Mickey liked that sort of thing. So she played matchmaker.
    Plus, Philippa had been brought up with manners, and it just seemed like good manners to make sure your ex was taken care of once you’d moved on. Even if he was sort of trouble, and even if her parents were really uptight and had never approved of him in the first place. But the loyalty she felt toward Mickey went way back, and it was hard to just stop feeling a thing like that.
    As far as Philippa was concerned it was a perfect setup. By double-dating, she and Mickey could hang out free of any of the lingering tension from their long-term relationship, and plus, Sonya could be her new bi/queer-friendly buddy. Mickey had only met Sonya three hours ago and they already seemed to be talking to each other with their eyes the way couples do. Philippa sensed that they had already planned out awhole summer of antics, and she wasn’t sure why this made her feel weird.
    â€œWhatever,” Sonya said, tossing her long, straight, dyed-black hair over her shoulder. “She’s just pissed ’cuz she doesn’t get to ride the horse.”
    Sonya had thin lips, piercing blue eyes, long, dirty-blond roots, a very high forehead, and a pink face, and she was wearing a jeans skirt and a wife-beater. Her outfit made her look tough, but also like a girl who just wanted to have fun. Philippa could tell just from looking at her that she smoked a lot of pot.
    â€œLesbians.” Mickey rolled his eyes and then instinctively protected his chest with his arms. Sonya’s and Philippa’s punches landed hard. “Hey, I’m outnumbered. Quit it!”
    Then Philippa ruffled