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your mouth, and the chocolatey crystals just beg to be crunched. it’s like at the dentist’s, when he says, “ok, now lightly tap your teeth together for me.” it’s the exact same motion.
SnowAngel:
oh great, my MOTHER is txting me from downstairs. hold on while i see what she wants.
mad maddie:
crunch, crunch, crunch. crunch, crunch, crunch. i’m singing a little song that goes crunch, crunch, crunch.
SnowAngel:
i’m back—sorry about that.
mad maddie:
what’d your mom say?
SnowAngel:
she’s such a dweeb. she’s like, “hey, sweetie. i know this is stressful, but u’ve got to remember that it’s stressful for all of us. i won’t throw away any more of your junk, i promise. love ya, precious!”
mad maddie:
that’s so funny that she txts u
SnowAngel:
i know
mad maddie:
it’s not a bad idea, tho. hey, maybe i should suggest it to my parents. if they texted me—or better, if they texted each other—maybe they wouldn’t yell so much.
SnowAngel:
i don’t wanna be here. come rescue me.
mad maddie:
where do u wanna go?
SnowAngel:
i don’t care. just come get me!
    Mon, Nov 29 , 9:33 PM E.S.T .
SnowAngel:
hey, zo-ster. i saw u talking to doug today. r u guys becoming better friends?
zoegirl:
i guess so, yeah
zoegirl:
at work on saturday, this one little girl kept hugging him and telling him she loved him. it was so cute.
SnowAngel:
doug IS pretty lovable, i must admit. sometimes i think, “why in the world don’t i just decide to like him?” in some ways it would be so easy—and i know he’d make the perfect boyfriend.
zoegirl:
except i don’t think a person just “decides” things like that.
zoegirl:
anyway, there’s the small and horrible fact that you’re moving to california …
SnowAngel:
but maybe if i had a boyfriend, that would make it better. like, he could pine for me and send me flowers.
zoegirl:
*i’ll* pine for u, angela. i’ll pine for u like crazy!
SnowAngel:
i know, i know. just …
zoegirl:
just what?
SnowAngel:
well, u pining for me is good. i thoroughly expect absurd amounts of pining. but do me a favor and don’t pine for anyone else, ok?
zoegirl:
huh?
SnowAngel:
doug, i mean. as in u and doug.
zoegirl:
you’re telling me not to pine for doug???
zoegirl:
where in the world did *this* come from?
SnowAngel:
omg, it’s insane, isn’t it? it’s just that i saw the way he was looking at u in the hall today, and i got this very weird feeling about it.
zoegirl:
what do u mean, the way he was looking at me? do u think maybe …?
zoegirl:
never mind
SnowAngel:
oh, zoe, forget i said anything. i’m just fragile cuz of everything that’s going on with me. it’s like, i can’t handle any more rejection!
zoegirl:
but angela, you’ve never been the slightest bit interested in doug. anyway, you had your chance with him last year.
SnowAngel:
but he wasn’t as cute back then
zoegirl:
anyway, even if i *did* like doug—not that i do, because like you said that’s insane—but in what way would that equal rejection?
SnowAngel:
like i said, forget it
SnowAngel:
i’m gonna go before i say anything else stupid. bye!
    Tues, Nov 30 , 10:18 PM E.S.T .
SnowAngel:
maddie, a realtor came to our house today.
mad maddie:
oh god. what’d she say?
SnowAngel:
that our house is lovely. i hate her.
SnowAngel:
she’s gonna send over a “stager” to put in fake plants and stuff, and we’re supposed to pop popcorn before any showings so that the house will smell buttery.
mad maddie:
man, that’s nuts
SnowAngel:
she also said that altho sales are usually slow in the winter, there’s a small peak in december. i wanted to stab her eyeballs.
mad maddie:
well … maybe there won’t be a peak in december. try not to think about it.
SnowAngel:
maddie, my dad flies out TOMORROW. how am i supposed to not think about