![]() ![]() The mall doors slide open and the outside air hits my face, cool and wet. I’m way too tall and my shoulders are getting broad. The first little bits of hair are pushing their way up from my face, and my voice dropped so early it’s almost a lost cause. More and more I hate to look in the mirror. I make sure not to glimpse my reflection in the mall windows as I beeline for the exit. I take my nail polish and get out of there as quick as I can. The cashier rings me up with a smile that makes me curdle inside. Finally, I get to the front of the line and drop the nail polish on the counter. It’d be really cool to be able to do this without shame, without hopping on a train to ride halfway across the city first. It’s not like I’m breaking the law or anything-except it totally feels like I’m breaking the law. ![]() Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.įor more information, email Diversion Books edition January 2017 Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. ![]()
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