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How come we’re not?”
    “Because we’re cuddle buddies,” Very said. “And because I’ve been known to make mincemeat of kind boys’ hearts.” She wanted to add, So don’t let me . “Do you like your mix?”
    “Like? Try love . It’s awesomeness. Every guy’s dream for Lara Croft to make him one. How did you learn about all these different styles of music?”
    Very shrugged. “The usual, I guess. The Internet. Plus, I grew up all over.”
    “Where was your favorite place? Musically, I mean.”
    “India,” Very answered. “The music there, it’s so sweet, and yet really passionate. Highly danceable and fashion-inspiring.”
    “Worst place?”
    “San Francisco, for sure. At least according to my mom. All those music-poseur snobs who think they know better than everyone else. Can’t just relax and enjoy a fucking song for what it is. She’d say.”
    Bryan, in his cuddling, sometimes made Very feel too safe. She felt a cry coming on. Too close for comfort. She squirmed out of Bryan’s embrace, stepped out of bed, and walked to her desk. She powered on her laptop.
    “The flash-mob thing?” Very said to Bryan. “I think we should formalize it.”
    He, too, got out of bed. He sat down in Lavinia’s desk chair, next to Very’s.
    “Yeah!” Bryan said. “I’ve been thinking we ought to make an online group for our friends at Jay, anyway.”
    “Like, our own private networking site, for people here,” Very said, nodding.
    Bryan’s hand touched Very’s on her keyboard. “A hot girl who can program,” he teased. “You’re kind of like the Holy Grail. Let’s do it. Stay up till we’ve finished.”
    Total, total turn-on. But of the programming variety.
    And so they consummated the dance of finger-tapping into the night.
    But that had been months ago. The Grid, the site they’d created that night, had become an unqualified success, but Very and Bryan’s friendship, lately, since Spring Break … not so much. Obviously he’d learned nothing from the angry A-girl b-day mix she’d made him.
    They must have been alone in the study lounge now, because Bryan leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I didn’t know what to get you for your birthday. I was going to organize something for you on The Grid, but then … you know. Feels weird. Is that okay?”
    The iPhone lodged beneath Very’s thigh vibrated. She instinctively grabbed for it—was El Virus back? But no, it was just a text message from Lavinia. R U awake?
    Very’s thumbs went into action. Study lounge. Bryan alert. Bryan alert .
    Bryan said, “Very, I’m trying to talk to you.”
    She didn’t look up from her iPhone. “What?” If only it would vibrate again and be El Virus. Very typically slept with the iPhone lodged underneath her thigh so she could be instantly alerted to new text messages. Prior to his disappearance, she’d received enough messages from El Virus in the middle of the night that now any mere electronic buzz against her flesh got her hot and bothered.
    Why had El Virus turned off? He was the technological pusher who’d awakened the electronic beast inside her. And wasn’t the pusher supposed to keep the user using? Very needed El Virus to feed the beast. She’d go mad if he didn’t pimp himself back online, where he belonged.
    “Very,” Bryan repeated. “Are you even listening to me?”
    Big big big mistake, sleeping with a dear friend as substitution for an AWOL El Virus. Never never never do that again , Very resolved.
    “Pay Lavinia some attention,” Very muttered. “I’ll take that as my birthday present.”
    She considered texting Bryan the real message she wanted to convey to him: Please go away now. And return El Virus to me . Instead, she sat up on the sofa, giving up on the idea of more sleep, and placed her computer on her lap. She turned up the volume on the machine, which announced that her online handle, Very LeFreak, had joined an online poker round of Texas Hold ‘Em.
    Bryan left the study