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。　Her　chest　was　so　small　Jenny　couldn？t　help　but　stare　at　it。　Her

breasts　were　like　the　little　new　potatoes　her　dad　had　grown　when　they？d　rented　a　house　in

Pennsylvania　one　summer。　Small；　hard；　and　beigey　pink。　？It　looks　good；？　Elise　said；　squinting　at

the　canvas。　？But　how　e　you　made　my　face　green？？

Jenny　hated　when　people　asked　her　questions　about　her　art。　She　didn？t　know　why　she　did　what

she　did；　she　just　did　it。　And　her　dad　always　said；　？The　artist　doesn？t　have　to　answer　to　anyone　but

himself。？　Orher　self；　in　her　case。　？Because　I　was　in　a　green　mood；？　she　answered；　annoyed。

？Well；　green　is　my　favorite　color；？　Elise　responded　happily。　She　pulled　on　her　turtleneck　and

underwear　but　left　her　jeans　and　bra　on　the　floor。　？Oh　my　God。　I　have　that　book；　too！？　she

squealed；　pointing　at　a　thick；　heavy　paperback　on　the　bookshelf　behind　the　TV。　She　walked　over　to

the　shelf　and　pulled　the　book　out。　？But　yours　is　so　new。　Don？t　you　ever　read　it？？

Jenny　bit　off　the　top　of　an　Oreo　and　read　the　title　on　the　spine　of　book。The　New　This　Is　My　Body

for　Women。　？My　dad　bought　me　that　last　year。　I　think　he　probably　thought　that　if　I　read　it；　he

wouldn？t　have　to　explain　anything　to　me　about　sex？I　could　just　look　up　the　embarrassing　stuff。？

？But　have　you　ever　actually　looked　at　it？　Some　of　it　is　reallygraphic　。？

Jenny　had　no　idea。　She？d　immediately　shelved　the　book　behind　the　TV　along　with　the　other

random　books　her　father　had　given　her　that　she　never　intended　to　read；　likeBreathing　Room：　A

Buddhist？s　Guide　to　Living　Creatively；　Mao？s　Secret　Seven：　The　Women　Behind　Chairman　Mao；

andFinding　the　Dragon　Within：What　Is　Your　Art？

？Like；　graphic　in　what　way？？　Jenny　ask