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SnowAngel:
i’m so furious at him, but at the same time i don’t want him to leave.
mad maddie:
he is a very bad man. i’m furious at him too.
SnowAngel:
i’m exhausted. i wanna talk more, but first i wanna lie down. power nap. i’ll call you in a while!
    Wed, Dec 1 , 4:33 PM E.S.T .
SnowAngel:
my dad’s officially in california. tonight he’ll sleep in the new apartment, and tomorrow he’ll wake up and drive on new streets to get to his new job. how wrong is that?
zoegirl:
i’m so sorry, angela. i know how you must feel.
SnowAngel:
no u don’t. u would never be in this situation, cuz your dad’s, like, the CEO of his company. he’s the one who would be doing the firing, not the one who would ever get fired.
zoegirl:
well, he *could* get fired if the stockholders voted him out.
SnowAngel:
yeah, fat chance
zoegirl:
angela … what’s going on? do you *want* my dad to get fired?
SnowAngel:
aaargh *bonks head on desk*
SnowAngel:
no, i don’t want your dad to get fired. but i don’t wanna move, either. i told mom that i’d rather live in a box outside the mall. i told her i wanna stay here and live with my aunt sadie.
zoegirl:
that’s a brilliant idea! could you do that—you know, for real?
SnowAngel:
mom wouldn’t even consider it. she was just, “angela, don’t be silly.”
zoegirl:
that sucks
SnowAngel:
i know, especially since aunt sadie’s the only person in my family who’s been the least bit supportive thru all this. i talked to her tonight, and she was like, “don’t tell your mom, but i think it’s too bad jeff took that job without even considering the other options. a girl shouldn’t be uprooted from her friends during her junior year of high school.”
zoegirl:
so so so so true
SnowAngel:
yeah
SnowAngel:
that’s all i wanted to say, really.
    Thu, Dec 2 , 7:17 PM E.S.T .
SnowAngel:
maddie, i’ve got something terrible to confess. i went shopping today cuz i was super depressed, and—er—i seem to have bought a shirt-on-shirt. please don’t hate me!
mad maddie:
huh?
SnowAngel:
it’s sooooo tacky, i know. *ducks for cover*
mad maddie:
what, pray tell, is a shirt-on-shirt?
SnowAngel:
it’s … u know, a long-sleeve shirt with a short-sleeve shirt on top of it, only the long-sleeve shirt is a fake-out, cuz except for the sleeves and collar it doesn’t really exist. it’s the layered look, so i can look slouchy-cool w/o half-trying.
mad maddie:
oh, angela, no.
SnowAngel:
but it’s really really cute! the long-sleeve part is white and the short-sleeve part is baby blue to match my eyes.
mad maddie:
next thing u know, ur gonna be buying fake vintage t-shirts from old navy. ppl will say, “ooo, where’d u get that great shirt? have u really been to bob’s hawaiian luau?” and u’ll blush and stammer and say, “uh, no, i found it at a thriftstore,” which will be such a lie! UR LIVING A LIE, ANGELA SILVER!!!
SnowAngel:
well, it’s my aunt sadie’s fault. she’s the one who whisked me off to the mall. she said i needed some good old-fashioned girl time.
mad maddie:
that’s nice, altho it’s a little unnerving that your aunt sadie considers herself a “girl.”
SnowAngel:
as opposed to what, a man?
mad maddie:
as opposed to a WOMAN. as in, a grown-up adult-acting person our parents’ age. not that u’d know it to look at her.
SnowAngel:
i know—isn’t she adorable? she shops in Gap Kids cuz the jeans there r cheaper, and she’s tiny enough that she can get away with it. i wanna be just like her when i grow up.
mad maddie:
or when u fail to grow up, as the case may be. lemme guess: your aunt played hooky from work to take u shopping.
mad maddie:
did i nail it?
SnowAngel:
maybe
mad maddie:
and did she have all sorts of funky barrettes jammed in her hair? and was she wearing her hipster shoes with