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She figured if you weren't woman enough to carry your doughnuts with pride, you shouldn't be eating them.
Life's one great lesson was: Do not care. Not caring was a person's real protection.
Jessica was clearly in her element, moving with the music naturally and without effort. Even her lustrous golden hair swayed to the beat, completing the perfect picture of a dancer caught up in ecstas...
If she had anything to say about it, the pageant would be called off and the dignity of Sweet Valley womanhood would be preserved. The truth was, no one seemed to care as much about the beauty pageant...
His eyes narrowed with scorn. I know a lot of things about you I didn’t know before, Enid. I know, for instance, that you’re not as pure as you’d like me to believe.
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You're going to tell me even if I've got to shake it out of you.
Renny was smarter and funnier and more original than they'd ever be, but he was thirteen. He was at the brutal age when many kids would sell all their uniqueness in their character for the right pair...
It was another one of her father's curses:I'll make you into a freak and not let you tell anyone.
If you want to mess with me, you'd rather be ready for the consequences.
Enid was a terrific person, Elizabeth thought, and absolutely not a nerd, no matter what Jessica said. With her shoulder-length brown hair and large green eyes, she was really pretty.
After all, she told herself, if Todd preferred Jessica—and that certainly was how it looked—she would not stand in the way. She’d do the decent thing. Die.
I wouldn't be caught dead bowling! Jessica shouted as she pushed back her chair and rushed out of the room.
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Where’s Mom? I can’t wait to tell her all about this. She’s going to be late. An appointment, I think. Again? Jessica pouted. That makes three nights in a row! I thought mothers were supposed to stay...
Teling a little would ultimately mean telling a lot.