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46: Change happens II
Amanda's birthday is only two days away, and Annie and I want to surprise her. We told the guys, who are in on the plan, and so have been on a hush-hush around her. Although I suspect that Amanda knows we're up to something, Annie says I'm being paranoid.
“What do you think Amanda would like as a present?” Dare asks as we enter the gift shop.
“I don't really know,” I reply. “If you asked me what Annie likes, I'll tell you it's a headband straightaway. That, and lots of chocolate. But with Amanda, you can never really tell. She doesn't obsess over anything the way I obsess over music and Annie over novels. She's always this meh,” — I shrug — “kind of girl.”
He exhales loudly. “That's the same problem I'm having. It's like she's hard to impress.”
“Yeah.”
We find some beautiful gift wrappings and balloons that we buy.
Luckily, Amanda's birthday is on a Sunday (which is in two day
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