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Maybe　my　grandfather's　happy　about　all　this；　but　I'm　miserable。　I　can't　eat；　I　can't　watch　TV；　I

can't　seem　to　do　anything。

So　I　went　to　bed　early；　but　I　can't　sleep。　I've　watched　her　house　from　my　window　for　hours

now。　I've　stared　at　the　sky；　I've　counted　sheep。　But　man；

I　can't　stop　kicking　myself　for　what　an　idiot　I've　been　all　these　years。

And　now　how　am　I　going　to　make　her　listen　to　me？　I'd　scale　that　monster　sycamore　if　I　could。

Right　to　the　top。　And　I'd　yell　her　name　across　the

rooftops　for　the　whole　world　to　hear。

And　since　you　know　what　a　tree…climbing　weenie　I　am；　I　think　it's　pretty　clear　that　I'm　willing

to　do　anything　to　get　her　to　talk　to　me。　Man；　I'll　dive

after　her　into　a　chicken　coop　full　of　poop　if　that's　what　it　takes。　I'll　ride　my　bike　all　the　stinkin'

way　to　school　for　the　rest　of　eternity　if　it　means　being

with　her。

Something。　I've　got　to　e　up　with　some　thing　to　show　her　that　I've　changed。　To　prove　to

her　that　I　understand。

But　what？　How　do　I　show　her　that　I'm　not　the　guy　she　thinks　I　am？　How　do　I　erase　everything

I've　done　and　start　over？

Maybe　I　can't。　Maybe　it　just　can　not　be　done。　But　if　I've　learned　one　thing　from　Juli　Baker；　it's

that　I've　got　to　put　my　whole　heart　and　soul　into　it　and

try。

Whatever　happens；　I　know　that　my　grandfather's　right　about　one　thing。

I'll　never　be　the　same　again。

The　Basket　Boys

The　Monday　after　the　Loskis'　dinner　party；　Darla　tracked　me　down　at　school　and　forced

Bryce　Loski　back　into　my　brain。　“Jules！　Whoa；　girl；　wait　up！

How　have　you　been？”

“I'm　fine；　Darla；　how　are　you？”

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“No；　seriously；”　she　whispered。