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Show 120 "Oh yeah?" She climbed in beside him. "Jeez, Parker, I've met some weird people in my day . . ." "Talk about weird--" Parker said once he'd quit cackling, "someone stuck a really weird note in my locker yesterday." "Really?" "It said 'Beware the Ides of March.' And this is the middle of April. Is that crazy enough?" Dyna wouldn't look at him, but her shoulders started to shake. "I guess that was somebody's pitiful attempt at humor, huh?" "Well, you know, whatever turns you on! Some people get their kicks out of driving right on by their friends." Parker grinned, thinking of the notes they'd exchanged in the past month that neither of them would admit to-all delivered via locker vent. Dyna had never again mentioned the break-in or the emergency supplies, but these strange messages started showing up in his locker right after that. One day, having bitched to Dyna about the dull essay assignments in AP English, he found a list of suggestions on the top shelf of his locker. "Essay Topics for English Eggheads," it read. There were four of them. On Jogging Backwards: The Individual Approach to an Individual Sport The Alfalfa Sprout Diet: A Cold-Turkey Weight Loss Program for Poor People Lefthandedness in Liberals: A Serious Study of Handedness Emptyhandedness: Confessions of a Chicken Burglar Later, he'd stuffed a long sheet of lined paper in the slot of her locker entitled "Count Your Blessings." He'd numbered to 100, then filled in the first twenty with items like Oreo cookies and MASH and Derek Eccles' recent laryngitis. Dyna herself had completed it, all hundred blessings, the last one being "C. Parker's Lessons in Virtue," then returned it to his locker. When the time came, he was planning to leave a May basket in her locker with two squirt guns in it. He realized that was flirting with trouble in more ways than one. Giving her a basket would necessitate |