![]() ![]() ![]() It’s not as if we haven’t been bullied and intimidated. It’s not as if we haven’t fought, scraped, and bled. It’s not as if we haven’t struggled before, right Chuck? A girl died because they wanted to steal her boyfriend from her. Um.īut do we really have time to worry about how to make things work when it’s possible we won’t have harems at all at the end of this? I’m worried, Marnye. ![]() We can talk boys all night! Just so long as I don’t have to pretend to be one. But what happens afterward? How do we make this work? At least I can talk to you about it. High school is a closed loop, isn’t it? It’s so easy to say happily ever after with a graduation cap on one’s head. You dealt with an elitist club I ran from a cult. Whoever could’ve guessed that Bornstead University had a strange and unusual tradition-one that’s put targets on both of our backs. What are the chances? Is it fate? You have five boyfriends I have five boyfriends. My name is Marnye Reed and this, this is Charlotte Carson. How often does one university entertain two coeds with harems of rich boys on their heels? ![]()
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