Devory jumped up. “Well, thanks for ruining the ending!” She slammed the book shut
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iri closed the door to her room and sat down next to Shoshi.
“Okay, ready? One, two, three!”
They tore open their Share and Care envelopes.
“196,” Miri said. “What’s yours?”
“22.”
There was silence as they each read their card.
“Wow,” Miri said when she was done. “There actually is another girl going through the same thing as me. She has a three-year-old sister. Her father died when she was ten, and her mother got married again to a man with, like, a zillion kids. There’s one girl around her age, and they fight like cats and dogs.” Miri glanced at her card again. “She even likes to do the same things as me.”
“Miri.” Shoshi came to a sudden realization. “I don’t even know what your hobbies are.”
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