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but　instead　she　burst　out　laughing。　？Bobos？？　she　giggled。

Elise　blushed　and　handed　Jenny　back　the　bra。　？I？ve　always　called　them　that。　Ever　since　I　was

little。？

Jenny　slid　the　straps　over　her　arms　and　then　turned　around。　？Can　you　figure　out　the　clasp？？　Elise

hooked　it　closed　and　Jenny　turned　around　again。　The　bra　had　great　support；　but　her　boobs　were

pressed　so　close　together；　her　cleavage　was　a　mile　deep。　Elise　was　still　staring。　？Do　you　think　it？s

too　slutty？？　Jenny　asked。　She　giggled。　？I　mean；　this　kind　of　makes　my　bobos　look　even　bigger。？

Elise　had　stopped　blinking；　which　was　what　she　always　did　when　she　was　distracted。　？You　know

when　you　asked　me　what　I　wrote　about　today　in　creative　writing？？　she　asked。　Jenny　nodded　and

turned　around　so　Elise　could　unhook　the　bra。　？Well；　that？s　what　I　wrote　about。　Your　bobos。？

Jenny？s　back　went　rigid　again。　If　a　guy　told　you　he？d　written　about　your　breasts；　you　pretty

much　knew　he　was　either　hitting　on　you　or　he　was　a　pervert。　But　since　Elise　was　a　girl　and　her

friend；　Jenny　wasn？t　sure　how　to　feel　about　it。

？I　think　I？m　done；？　she　said　quickly。　She　picked　her　old　bra　up　off　the　floor　and　slipped　it

on。　？I？m　going　to　buy　the　black　one。？

They？d　brought　eight　bras　into　the　dressing　room　but　Jenny　had　only　tried　on　one。　？Are　you　sure

you　don？t　want　to　try　some　of　the　others？？　Elise　asked。

Jenny　pulled　on　her　T…shirt　and　tucked　her　sweater　under　her　arm。　The　tiny　dressing　room

suddenly　felt　extremely　claustrophobic。　？Nah；？　she　answered；　yanking　aside　the　black　curtain　and

stepping　back　into　the　main　room　of　the　lingerie　department；　which　of　course　was　wall…to…wall

bras。　It　would　be　nice　to　go　someplace　where　breasts　weren？t　the　main　focus　of　everyone？s

attention。

Like　another　planet？

a　very　different　kind　of　homework

？So　what　do　you　want　to　film　first？？　Daniel　Humphrey　asked　his　best　friend　and　girlfriend　of　six

weeks；　Vanessa　Abrams。　Dan　attended　renowned　Upper　West　Side　boys　school　Riverside　Prep；

while　Vanessa　attended　Constance　Billard；　but　they　had　gotten　permission　to　collaborate　on　a

special　senior　project　calledMaking　Poetry　。　Vanessa；　a　budding　film　director；　was　going　to　film

Dan；　a　budding　poet　and　occasional　star　of　Vanessa？s　films；　writing　and　revising　his　poems。

Not　exactly　box…office…smash　material；　but　Dan　was　so　cute　in　a　scruffy；　rumpled；

angst…ridden…artist　sort　of　way　that　people　would　probably　want　to　see　it　anyway。

？Just　sit　down　at　your　desk　and　write　something　in　one　of　those　black　notebooks　like　you　always

do；？　Vanessa　instructed；　peering　through　the　lens　of　her　digi