Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

look at herself through the eyes of her friends or her
mother, she might have been able to examine her feelings.
Alone, she felt floaty and transparent.
The sun shone nicely on her face. Eventually she
heard the long whistle that signaled the end of the game.
A shadow came over her. With her hand she blocked out
enough sun to see that it was Paul. He looked at her for a
minute. If he found her freakish, he didn’t let on.
“Do you want to play tennis?” he asked.
It was their longest communication so far. She said yes.
She went on to cream him 6–0, 6–0.
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