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    He blinked. “I see. So what are you, a swimmer or something?”
    â€œUsed to be. Want to race? I’ll give you a big head start.” I’d told Cyn a little about my swimming the night before. She whispered something into Lila’s ear.
    â€œYes, Max. You should race,” Lila blurted, failing to keep a straight face. “It’s hardly manly to insult a girl’s bathing suit and then turn down a challenge like that. Hardly manly at all.”
    â€œI’m being set up, aren’t I?” he asked.
    â€œYour chances of success are not for me to judge,” I yawned, rolling onto my belly. A shadow fell across our blanket, and I looked up to behold Clara, the exchange student, with two hippie-looking guys and a stout goth chick with a barbed wire tattoo around her ankle.
    â€œWe habe beer,” Clara announced to great approbation. They joined us, and the afternoon rolled along in fine fashion.
    I sat by the edge of the water fingering the shells I had collected as the sky faded from fluorescent pink to violet. I thought of Mike, but only for a second. In contrast with my new life, he seemed so quaint. As I watched my new friends splashing around in the surf, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw Tim, the very tall, skinny half of the pair of hippie dudes.He raised a long, wet arm and pointed out the glimmering arc of a dolphin as it slipped between the waves.

    Classes started and the first few weeks flew by in a beautiful blur. Cyn and I saw each other every day, without fail, and our makeshift family expanded to include Max, Lila, and Tall Tim, the second-year marine biology major from the beach whose lanky frame belied a startlingly deep voice. Cyn and I didn’t cross paths much during class hours, since our studies were comically divergent. She was planning to major in chemistry and psychology, while I was hitting the humanities pretty hard. The only crossover we had was Spanish Conversation, led by a young and improbably handsome professor, Pablo Altasierra. Professor Pablo was Argentinian and spoke with an exaggerated lisp that we both adored and therefore mocked mercilessly.
    Por ejemplo:
    ME : Thynthia, your mithuthe of the path’t tenth is thimply thaddening.
    CYN : Theriously, theñor?
    ME : Theriously.
    CYN : Thuck me, theñor.
    A month into classes, Cyn bounded into my room, her face lit up with excitement. She waved a hasty salute to Annie, who barely blinked, and leapt onto my bed like an oversize rabbit.
    â€œGood news. I’ve made contact with the dealer.” Her eyes were unnaturally aglimmer.
    â€œThe dealer,” I repeated.
    â€œYes! Get this: his name is Silence . He’s just what you’d expect. All hippied out, skinny as death, total space cadet, but heseems like a cool dude, and he’s got access to all kinds of shit.” She slapped my leg in excitement. I closed my book as a thousand doubts clouded my mind.
    â€œAre you sure you can trust this guy?” I ventured, predictably. Drugs had been a frequent conversational topic throughout our intensive crash course in best friendship. Cyn’s view on drugs was overwhelmingly pro-experimentation and pro-legalization. She’d read tons of books and scientific studies about the profound effects different chemicals had on consciousness, mood, and perception, and more to the point, she made getting high sound like a fucking blast. Having had no personal experience with drugs, I was intrigued by her tales of chemical adventures past, but because she was honest enough to include both the highs and the lows, I was wary enough for both of us.
    â€œOf course we can! Everybody does. He’s ‘the guy’ for the whole school. You know how many kids here do drugs, and so far, other than people stupidly mixing stuff, there’ve been no incidents with the product.”
    â€œIncidents with the product? You sound like a sixties-era