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February 11
    Yes! This is what Cogs wrote on the bottom of my essay:
    You are not Karl Marx. And you need a conclusion to this essay. But good explanation of Marxist ideas. B+
    I can’t believe it. B+! I’m getting to him. The Cogster!

PART
2
February 12
    Will and Sadie broke up. They’ve broken up before, but now it’s definitely over. It’s official. I guess all the Activist Girls were talking about it before school. Jessica gave me the full update.
    It’s always bugged me that I didn’t get a new girlfriend and Sadie got Will. It seemed so like her to get with someone right away. And so like me not to.
    To be honest, the news kinda weirded me out. After school I walked with Gabe to Fred Meyer’s where we wandered the aisles like we do. We went into the sports section and threw the nerf football around. Then we played some frisbee golf. I couldn’t stop thinking about Sadie. It’s hard to imagine her without a boyfriend. I don’t know why exactly. It’s not like I care what she does.
    When I finally got home, dinner was almost ready. I ran upstairs really fast to check if Sadie had designated herself as single on her Facebook page. She had. Wow. That was interesting. She had a bunch of new friends, too. Twenty or so, since I last looked. Some of these were older activist types. People she met doing her bike path project. A lot of them were guys, I noticed. Had she gone out with any of them? What if she’d had sex with one of them?
    Yikes.
    That was the other big thing about Sadie and me—we never had sex. I always pretend that I wanted to and she didn’t, but that’s not really true. Gabe says she wouldhave, if I’d made a big deal about it. We were just too young, really. We were sophomores. We were clueless.
    Downstairs, my mother kept yelling for me to come to dinner. My dad finally came up and knocked on the door. I was to come now and eat “with the family.” I was like, okay, okay, and I went downstairs and sat there and ate “with the family.” Like that means anything.
    Fortunately, Libby talked the whole time about some girl at her school who had a rash. I mentioned that I had met another freshman girl who had a rash. Thus I participated in the conversation “with the family.”
    After dinner I still felt restless and weird. I tried a little Spanish homework but that was not happening. So I hopped on my bike and rode down to Shari’s, the local 24-hour restaurant, and drank a bunch of coffee and wrote a bunch of crap in my notebook.
    But that didn’t help. When I rode back, it was misting and cold and not the best bike-riding weather. Back home, I went online again and checked Sadie’s page to see if she’d added anything new in the last three hours. She hadn’t. She obviously has better things to do than waste time on the internet…unlike me, who spent an hour and a half doing this:
THE ONE TRUE YOU—A Survey
Name:
    James Hoff
    Age:
    17
    Birthplace:
    Portland, Oregon
    Current Location:
    Upstairs, in bedroom, at computer, 11:52 p.m.
    High School:
    Evergreen High School: Home of The Fighting Owls! (?)
    Eye Color:
    Black (from seeing the future)
    Hair Lung Color:
    Black (from breathing the air of the future)
    Height:
    5′11″
    Right Handed or Left Handed:
    Right
    Your Heritage:
    CONSUMER AMERICAN
    The Shoes You Wore Today:
    White deck shoes. I love them. They are the only thing I love.
    Your Weakness:
    Robots, girls, girl robots.
    Your Fears:
    That dumb people are happier than I am; that clueless people have more fun.
    Your Perfect Pizza:
    Canadian bacon with pineapple
    Goals You Would Like To Achieve This Year:
    1) Overthrow petroleum-based world economic order;
    2) Have sex
    Your Most Overused Phrase On an Instant Messenger:
    WTF
    Thoughts First Waking Up:
    How much longer will our travesty of a civilization last?
    Your Best Physical Feature:
    Pointing finger.
    Your