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Shopping Mall. Said this girl was beautiful and I just had this sense, got a feeling and I--”
    “You’re a Missed Connection , Beth!” Stephanie said and screamed.
    “I’m a what?” I said and lifted my head.
    “Hot skateboarder! He posted,” Stephanie said.
    “Oh, my God, Beth!” Rebel said into the phone and screamed. “You’re Garbage Girl?”
    “What?” I said and rubbed my face. “I don’t...read it, Steph!”
    “I’m trying to scroll through!” Stephanie said. “There are a lot of posts in response. Oh, here it is:
    “Hi, I’m Nicolas. We kind of met while I was skateboarding in Truro Shopping Mall. You are beautiful and we stared at each other. Then you fell in a garbage can. Just making sure you’re okay. Hit me up here if you want. ”
    “O-M-G, Beth!” Rebel Love said. “Did he push you?”
    “His name is Nicolas,” I said and smiled. “Such a sweet name. What do I do?”
    “Already taken care of,” Stephanie said and smiled. “I made a post.”
    “I can’t believe you’re Garbage Girl!” Rebel Love said.
    “He did not call me that. He called me beautiful,” I said and smiled.
    “Well, he didn’t,” Stephanie said and frowned, “but way down the thread someone started it and it sort of caught on so, yeah, you’re Garbage Girl.”
    “That’s what people are calling me? Garbage Girl ?”
    “They don’t know you, baby,” Rebel Love said. “Stephanie, how’d you respond?”
    “I just said: Hey, Nicolas! I’m fine! You’re hot. I work at The Bookworm and am here all the time and I’m Beth.”
    “Stephanie!” Rebel Love said. “You did not just tell everyone on Craigslist where she is, did you?”
    I looked down at the floor and shook my head.
    “It appears so,” I said. “Because my best friend is so wasted she didn’t bother to think. Jesus, Stephanie!”
    “You got an hour left for your shift,” Rebel Love said. “Do you want me to send Ivory-Lou down?”
    “No,” I said, “we’ll be fine. I’m sure once anyone sees Garbage Girl in the flesh, they’ll not want anything to do with her!”
    “Aw, honey, tomorrow’s another day,” Rebel Love said.
    And it certainly was.

 
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    “Um, I guess I don’t know what to say,” Stephanie said as we stood in front of The Bookworm the next day.
    I removed my sunglasses and looked at the sentence spray-painted in big, shiny black letters across the storefront.
    “I think, I’ll hump ya in the dumpsta, Garbage Girl pretty much covers it,” I said as I read the graffiti.
    “Gosh, Beth,” Stephanie said and covered her eyes, “what should we do?”
    “I’ll just get some boxes out of the back and tape over this bullshit. You can go home. I appreciate the ride.”
    “Man, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t told everyone on Craigslist where we work...”
    “It doesn’t matter, Stephanie. We were both drunk,” I said and sighed. “I’ve got to take care of this. Call me later.”
    After I taped up the cardboard, I opened the store and cleaned up the beer cans and Dean Koontz books. I put in a Joy Division cd and sat in front of the computer and logged into Facebook. The back of my neck felt warm as I typed Billy’s name into the search.
    His profile picture, him looking hotter than hell, was a picture that Stephanie took of both of us. He cropped me out. His page was locked down tight. I stared at my phone and my palms started to sweat. I wiped my hands on my jeans and looked at the search box on Facebook. Then, I typed her name.
    Her page was public, of course. What did she have to hide?
    I went through all 298 of her profile pictures and by the time I clicked on the last one, I worked myself into a hell of a panic attack. She was blond and beautiful and tall and radiant.
    Every picture of her, every post she made, everything that was Allysin “Alley Cat” Watson seemed like it shot out of a unicorn’s ass on a ray of sunshine.
    When I finished stalking her other pictures, I