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trying to befriend her? It made no sense. Unless the slimy Bettencourters were

compiling another List after all.
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THE YOUNG HERO was still looking over. Day took her glasses off, cleaned them,
put them back on, and then typed a couple of paragraphs.

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WHO IS A HOMELY wench? Is a girl who exhaustively screens every man her
mother contemplates seeing a homely wench? Leaving these things to Aisha
meant just letting it all go to hell. How about a girl who sometimes finds it easier
to talk to her dad’s boyfriend than she does to her dad—what manner of wench
is she? Day’s dad still fasted at Ramadan even though he didn’t go to mosque

anymore, and from time to time he flared up at signs of Day and Aisha’s
“secular disrespect,” which he was almost sure they were learning from their
mum. (They weren’t. If anything they were learning it from Dad’s boyfriend,
Anton.) But apart from being less hung up on manners, Anton was less sensitive
than Dad. Day had once mentioned being envious of her friend Zoe for having
two mums—she’d been talking about the miracle of having two mums who were
both so cool, but her dad had taken her words to mean that she didn’t want all

the family she had, and he’d looked so crestfallen that she’d spent ages
explaining her original comment and making it sound even more dismissive of
him and Anton until he’d had to laugh.

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A GIRL at the desk next to Hercules’—Lakmini, Day thought her name was—

wrote him a note; must have been a hot note because he fanned himself with it.
But Miss Dayang Sharif couldn’t have cared less what the note said, no way.
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WHO ARE THE Homely Wenches of today?

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SHE WROTE about her first boyfriend, Michael, her first and only boyfriend to
date. She’d been in love with him and they broke up but the love didn’t. In fact
the love got—not truer, just better. Their friend Maisie’s parents were away on
the same weekend as the Eurovision Song Contest Grand Final so Maisie opened