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about.”
    â€œI’m not embarrassed. It still hurts, okay? And talking about it brings back all the unpleasant memories. Change of topic, please.”
    â€œOkay.” Colleen finished off her first cheeseburger andstarted on the second. “Did I tell you I’m taking singing and dancing lessons?”
    â€œYou are? How come?”
    â€œI’m getting tired of modeling. I’ve been doing it for two years. I’d like to maybe try some acting.”
    â€œTell him the truth,” Paige urged, sitting down next to Colleen and swiping one of her ribs. “Tell him, tell him, tell him!”
    Colleen swatted at Paige’s hand. “Hey! Go get your own.”
    Paige ignored Colleen and began nibbling on the rib. “Tell him or else I will.”
    â€œTell me what?” Anthony asked.
    â€œColleen wants to audition for Hairspray next year when the actress who’s playing Tracy Turnblad leaves the show.”
    â€œDon’t you think I’d be perfect for the part?” Colleen asked, her emerald-green eyes lighting up.
    â€œAbsolutely,” Anthony said and meaning it. “Everyone loved you last spring at the Talent Show when you sang that song from Dreamgirls .”
    â€œWhat was it again?” Paige asked.
    â€œâ€˜And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going,’” Colleen said.
    â€œDid you know they’re making it into a movie?” Anthony asked.
    â€œNo!!!!” Colleen squealed excitedly. “That’s fabulous. Another plus-sized girl on the big screen. Effie is a role I’d kill for.”
    â€œYou better keep your career plans to yourself,” Anthony advised, “or a certain set of twins will suddenly decide to start overeating.”
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œShhhh.” Anthony put a finger to his lips as Bianca and Rachel Torres joined the table.
    As usual, the twins looked gorgeous. Like they had just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. Of course, Anthony knew they’d had a little help from their stylist. And makeup artist. And hairdresser.
    Even though the twins had identical features—from their wavy jet-black hair, brown eyes and light brown skin—they differentiated themselves by the clothes they wore. Bianca usually went for a sexier look, showing off a lot of skin, while Rachel showed less.
    Tonight Bianca was wearing frayed denim shorts that barely reached the top of her legs, high-heeled sandals and a T-shirt that said: TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND TO STOP CALLING ME ! She’d also given herself big hair, teasing out her waves. Anthony thought she looked deliciously trashy. Rachel, on the other hand, had gone for a more subdued look. She was wearing a white tennis skirt and sleeveless red blouse with her hair in a French braid.
    Anthony had been friends with the twins since kindergarten. One day he’d forgotten his lunch on the school bus and when it was lunchtime, no one would share with him. Except the twins. Bianca had offered him half of her tuna fish sandwich while Rachel had shared her potato chips and given him sips of milk from her Thermos. From that day on, Anthony had sworn his allegiance to the twins. Yes, they were airheads and they drove him batty with their schemes to become famous, and sometimes they were a little selfish and self-centered, but deep down, they had hearts of gold, and that meant something to Anthony.
    He’d never forget the time in the sixth grade when a representative from Toys for Tots had visited Peppington Prep, explaining about the program and how it provided Christmas gifts for underprivileged children. After they’d selected names from the Christmas tree provided, Bianca and Rachel had asked what happened to the names that weren’t picked. When they were told that sometimes not all the children received a Christmas gift, the twins had been horrified and had instantly taken all the names off the tree.
    To this day, every December, the twins still gave