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Speaking of lovestruck, I've a wee gift to give you next time I see you. It belonged to my granny and it means a lot to me. I hope it'll mean a lot to you too. It's something for you to wear, and that's the only clue I'm givingâsee how I'm trying to tempt you to come to Ireland for the summer?
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Gotta run, Grandpap's howling to leave for his date. The man's found a lady friend, believe it or not. A tall bony lass who likes to bargain shop and watch telly, so they're a good fit in that respect. Tania (that's her name) is a silly bird IMHO, but Grandpap needs the company and he's happy, so I'm happy.
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Love you, darlin',
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From: Morgan Rawlinson
To: Colin O'Grady
Subject: RE: seems I'm “special”
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WOW!!! Congrats about Oxford. Gobsmacking is definitely my new favorite word.
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I'll ask my parents about the bike tour. I'm in their good graces at the moment because they think I saved Tammy's life (she's fine, she swallowed some water in the bathtub but you know how the kid loves drama) so I fully expect a yes. Wild adventure sounds like a plan [pumps fists in air].
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Want a good laugh? Somehow Sarah got it in her head that I should run for senior class president in September. Insane, right? But for some reason everyone I ask says it's a brilliant idea. My totally latent leadership ability must finally be bubbling up to the surface. Anyway, if I win it'll look good on my college apps, so I may give it a try.
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My college search is also going gobsmackingly well! In fact I just got some “special” news of my own. As you will soon discover, heh heh. Sorry to be so mysterious. But a girl's entitled to a few secrets, right?
Can't wait to wear my present (like you need to tempt me). Okay, time to pack my suitcaseâoops! Almost let it slip!
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Love you “mor” than I can say,
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p.s.âI know it's kind of lame but I just decided, I'm officially changing the spelling of my name to Morganne. Senior year, fresh start, blah blah blah. You know I always hated the boy's name thing. My mother will be totally insulted, but, duh, it's my name. She'll get over it.
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p.p.s.âYou still have to call me Mor, though. Nobody says my name like you do.
about the author
Maryrose Wood's previous books about the adventures of Morgan Rawlinson are
Why I Let My Hair Grow Out
and
How I Found the Perfect Dress
. She lives in New York with two kids, two kittens and a very patient pooch. Find out more at
www.mary rosewood.com