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Show Inside Out, 169 welcomed her warmly when she had no friends, who had never asked anything of her, who had never judged her. "Maybe I'll come," she said, just as the bell rang. "Oh, yeah, Chiquita, you won't be sorry," Simon said. "Shut UP, Simon!" Martina said and slapped his arm, hard. Notebook for Or. Scofield I can't decide whether to go to Simon's party or not. He's a jerk, but he wouldn't be the only one there. And they are my friends-right? I guess I'm assuming all they do at parties is get drunk or stoned. But that's not fair of me to assume. Just because of Joe- Just because of Joe. I've felt sort of like it was a special compliment that they let me be their friend-like they knew I wouldn't judge them. And now I'm judging them. Maybe I should go. |