her　camera　up　at　Ruby？s　smiling　face　as　she　leaned　into　the　microphone　and　began

to　howl。

？You　stole　mysoooooooul　；　you　fucking　ass…hole！？　Oh；　how　romantic。

Air　Mail　…　Par　Avion　…　August　17

obr　denDan！

I？ve　been　waiting　to　write；　because　I　didn？t　want　to　ruin　the　surprise；　but　Mom　must　have　gotten

there　by　now　and　I　couldn？t　wait　any　longer。　I　hope　you　don？t　mind　that　I　told　her　about　your

recent　gaylicious　discovery。　It　was　just　so　nice　to　get　to　know　her　again　this　summer？did　you

know　that　she　and　Dad　met　at　a　Russian　bathhouse　in　Moscow！？？and　I　thought　maybe　she　should

know　about　you　too。　。　。　。

Anyway；　Prague　is　amazing。　Staying　solo　at　Mom？s　flat　（how　very　European　of　me；　right？）　is

super…fun　but　a　little　lonely。　I？ll　be　back　soon　to　pack　for　Waverly　（yay！）；　but　until　then；Na

shledanou！　（That？s　？goodbye。？）

I　miss　you　guys　and　I　miss　New　York。　Have　a　cupcake　from　our　favorite　place　on　Amsterdam　for

me。　Make　it　a　pink　one！

Love；

Jenny

this　would　be　really　funny　if　it　wasn？t　happening　to　someone　we　know　and　love

Dan　lay　on　the　bed　in　Vanessa？s　room；　his　notebook　open　across　his　lap。　The　empty　white　page

was　practically　blinding　him。　It　was　the　same　story　every　night？he　would　sit　there　staring　at　a

blank　page　for　hours；　trying　to　write　a　poem　about　love　for　Ruby？s　wedding；　until；　pletely

dejected；　he？d　finally　just　pass　out。　He　started　to　scribble。

Love。　Above。　Shove。

I　love　to　shove　you　from　above？

Kiss。　Bliss。　Piss。

Crap。　This　wasn？t　working。　Every　time　he　tried　to　write；　visions　of　himself　as　a　kid；　dressing　up

in　totally　gay　outfits；　sprang　into　his　head。　What　could　he　possibly　know　abo