Sep. 9th, 2011

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            Her face fell. 
            “Oh,” she finally said, feeling like her heart was a champagne bottle christening someone else’s ship.  “I see.  Congratulations.”
            “It’s not like I don’t like hanging out with you, Claudia,” Joel said, rubbing the back of his neck which she adored so much.  “It’s just that—”  
            “You have Jean,” Claudia sighed.
            “And, um,” he said, looking away.  “She wants me to stop talking to you.”  His back was pressed up against the wall near the lockers, and Claudia thought the position was oddly appropriate.  “You understand, right?”
           Girlfriends are always doing things like that, she thought.  Aren’t they?
           “I see,” she said, and her face fell.
           What she did not expect was that her countenance would continue to fall.
           In fact, her visage had peeled off her head like a thick citrus rind and fluttered to the floor near her feet.
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