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After getting the closets sorted out, with one large pile to go to charity, Les and Pris lay sideways across Pris’s bed under the larger of the two bedroom windows and talked about school.

“It’s a very nice school, Evandale Academy Middle School. That’s grades six to nine. What grade are you in?” Pris asked.

“Sixth,” said Les. “I got held back one year because we moved around so much, and I got sick, so I missed most of the second grade.”

“That sorta sucks,” said Pris. “But that means we’re in the same grade.” She turned sideways and grinned at him. “And you look younger than thirteen anyway. Has your chest started developing yet?”

Les blushed and resisted the urge to giggle nervously. “Uh, no,” he admitted.

“Pretty soon, then,” Pris suggested. “Mom says the next thing for me is probably my first period.” She made a face. “She’s got me wearing panty-liners to school ‘cause she says it could be any day now.”

“Yikes,” said Les and they both giggled for entirely different reasons.

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