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And I’m your best friend. So that kind of makes me think there might be something dubious about the you-and-him thing, in the first place. And in the second place—”
    â€œThat wasn’t his fault,” I blurted. Though how could I explain that Colin had been under an enchantment the entire time he’d been here?
    â€œIn the second place,” she went on, “I really don’t care if he’s the reason you’re suddenly interested in planning your future. Because if the Colin factor is what makes you finally pick a school and get your act together to apply, then that’s all that matters. It’s your life.”
    â€œI know it’s my life!” I sounded like Tammy at her whin iest, but I couldn’t stop. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”
    Sarah ignored my question. “Listen. You asked for my advice, and I’m going to give it to you. Bad grades, bad SAT scores, no sports or extracurriculars. Two words for you, Morgan: Community. Service.”
    I made a face. “Really? You think that would help?”
    â€œHelp? It’s your only hope.” She wheeled and nailed another layup before turning back to me. “And it has to be something major. It would be awesome if you could cure cancer or achieve world peace or something. That’s pretty much all that can save you now.”
    Whoosh.

four
    fine. i admit it. the colin factor was, you know, a factor.
    A major factor.
    Colin, of the overwhelming Irish adorableness, the strawberry-blond hair, the cornflower blue eyes. Colin, with the soccer-star bod and just the right amount of freckles, like a big connect-the-dot puzzle you wanted to trace with your fingertips, over and over again.
    But Colin was way more than the sum of his cute parts. He was funny in a way that no one else was. He got me in a way no one else ever had. When he kissed me, which he’d really only ever done twice (once in Ireland on a moonlit beach, and once on the night of the infamous junior prom, at my magic faery birthday ball with Gene Simmons looking on—trust me, you had to be there), it was beyond magic.
    It was like a million leprechaun rainbows covered with little MySpace glitter hearts, and silver unicorns with flowers sprouting out of their horns dancing underneath, and a zillion helium birthday balloons floating up into a perfectly blue sky, all crammed in a blender and frappéed into a delicious milk shake of happiness. With two straws.
    Sarah had no way of knowing all this, of course, because she’d never met him. But what could I say? Colin made me feel one hundred percent goddess, one hundred percent of the time. Wasn’t that worth crossing an ocean for?
    Or, to be more specific—wasn’t that worth spending the summer volunteer-tutoring a bunch of hyperactive third-graders for? It wasn’t going to cure cancer or bring world peace, but it was all I could find on such short notice.
    Two words, Morgan: Community. Service.
    Oh, fek.
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    â€œmorgan. it is the summer. i do not have to learn over the summer .” Tammy looked at me with eyes as round and cold as two Ping-Pong balls that had spent a year in the freezer. “It’s against the law, I’m almost sure.”
    She stretched back on the chaise longue and let out a little ahhhhh of contentment. The regular babysitter was sick and I was on duty, which normally would have been a fairly tragic development. But today I had my own agenda, and I was acting my magical-big-sister chummiest.
    I’d grabbed some chips and lemonade from the kitchen and pulled the chaise longues to the shady side of the back-yard, since I was still peeling from the commencement on Saturday. We were hanging out in style: I was wearing my favorite bikini top, the one with the polka dots, and a pair of cutoffs. I’d even streaked some lemon juice in my hair to see if I could get a few highlights going. Tammy had dressed for the