'Uh, Kris, we have a double date on Friday night,' Justin says. It'll be packed, but worth it,' she says. 'Maybe Friday, then? It's their last night. You know the deal.' Jones family small-town rules: no going out on school nights unless for clubs, sports or other school-related activities. And she knows that I'd kill for a Sparky's root beer float, too. You in?' Kristina knows the answer to this, but she asks it anyway. 'We're going up to Sparky's before they close for the season. They say: I can't figure out why she hangs out with that weird neighbor girl. They say: I bet her and that Justin Lampley will have some damn pretty kids.

When the townies talk about her, they say: You know that's her natural color? 'It was gross,' Kristina says, adjusting her ponytail by grabbing two sides and yanking on them to center it on her perfect head. 'She actually posed for me hugging her tennis racquet.' 'I went with him to help,' Kristina says. 'I had to take some candid shots of the usual suspects: Football practice. Justin has his SLR digital camera around his neck like always, and Kristina is in a pair of yoga pants and an oversize Yale sweatshirt. When the two of them finally arrive, they walk through the door holding hands and giggling. Justin and Kristina have all kinds of stuff to do after school. And if I run out of submissions, I can always work on layout or advertising or just sit here and read a book. Justin and Kristina are ten minutes late.

And though I've disagreed with the idea every day this week in humanities class, sometimes I think I know what he meant.

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