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her hair. “They’re not leaving you in the dust. You’re right there with them. You just need to understand that people grow and things change. It’s part of life. That doesn’t mean that the girls love you any less.” She planted a kiss on Kylie’s forehead and got up and walked to the door.
    â€œMommy?” Kylie called after her. “Thanks.”
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    On Saturday morning, Kylie got up early and biked to the New Fairfield Amateur Art Show. Her friends were already there when she arrived, unloading the cupcakes and Lexi’s painting from Sadie’s dad’s contracting truck.
    Lexi’s face lit up when she saw her. “Kylie! You came!”
    â€œAre you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Kylie said. “And I’m sorry I bailed on you guys the other day. I shouldn’t have left you to bake all those cupcakes.”
    â€œThat was not cool, chica .” Jenna pouted. “We were up to our elbows in rainbow-colored batter.”
    â€œI’m really sorry,” Kylie pleaded with her. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”
    â€œOkay, we forgive you,” Jenna said, hugging her. “As long as you mean that. We stick together, remember?”
    â€œLike Delaney’s marshmallow buttercream frosting.” Sadie chuckled. “It was so gooey, my fingers were glued together!”
    â€œThat was just the first batch,” Delaney pointed out. “I overdid it on the Marshmallow Fluff. It happens…”
    â€œWhere should we put this masterpiece?” Sadie’s dad asked, lifting out Lexi’s huge cupcake canvas. It was so detailed—with mountains of whipped pink frosting and glittery sprinkles—that it looked good enough to eat.
    â€œOver there.” Lexi pointed to an open easel in the center of the showroom. The gallery was filled with artwork, everything from paintings and charcoal drawings to a giant sculpture made out of old soda cans and license plates.
    â€œWhat is that?” Sadie asked. “It looks like a pile of junk.”
    Lexi shook her head. “That’s not junk. It’s someone’s entry. Art is in the eye of the beholder.”
    â€œI get that,” Sadie answered. “But I could probably make something like that out of the garbage we have in our garage.”
    â€œHey!” her dad protested. “Are you calling my record collection garbage?”
    Sadie rolled her eyes. “Dad, no one listens to Spyro Gyra anymore!”
    â€œI’ve never even heard of him—or her—or them before,” Delaney said.
    â€œWhat? ‘Morning Dance’ is a classic!” Mr. Harris replied. “You girls don’t know what you’re missing.”
    â€œSpeaking of art, where do we put our cupcakes?” Jenna asked. “Do you see anybody in charge around here?” They scanned the room, but everyone was busy unpacking and setting up.
    Lexi pointed to a corner where there was an open table draped with a white cloth. “I think the cupcakes are supposed to go there,” she said.
    Kylie helped carry them in and set them out on display. It was Lexi’s idea to place them on a blank canvas. “They are so beautiful, guys,” she said. “And Jenna you were totally right. That Hawaiian vanilla smells amazing.”
    â€œ Por supuesto! Of course it does!”
    â€œLadies and gentleman…” A voice suddenly boomed over a loudspeaker. “If we can have all of our artists please stand by their work, the judging is about to start.”
    Kylie gave Lexi a gentle push. “Go get ’em, Lex. We’ll be right here if you need us.” She, Jenna, Sadie, and Delaney took their places behind the cupcake table.
    It took the panel of three judges more than an hour to make their way around the crowded room. There were artists of all ages—from kids to grandparents. One older lady in a