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What about you and me, Adina?_ Duff said, sidling up to her by the railing. __ know I screwed up. But do you think we could start over?__dina thought about everything that had happened. Part of her wanted to kiss Duff McAvoy, the tortured British trust-fund-runaway-turned-pirate-of-necessity who loved rock ___ roll and mouthy-but-vulnerable bass-playing girls from New Hampshire. But he didn__ exist. Not really. He was a creature of TV and her imagination, a guy she__ invented as much as he__ invented himself. And this was what she suddenly understood about her mother: how with each man, each husband, she was really trying to fill in the sketchy parts of herself and become somebody she could finally love. It was hard to live in the messiness and easier to believe in the dream. And in that moment, Adina knew she was not her mother after all. She would make mistakes, but they wouldn__ be the same mistakes. Starting now.__orry,_ she said, heading for the bow, where a spot of sun looked inviting. __h, also, about that blog? Just so you know, my dads know a lot of gay lawyers. Bitches will take your ass down if you try to publish that. Peace out.