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Immy and Ainslie have been friends longest.
Immy loves Ainslie best. She also hates her best. She’s had a lot of practice at both.
Vampire Boyfriend
Werewolf Boyfriend
Ghost Boyfriend’s
Fake Boyfriend, real hair.”
He waves back.
“Maybe that’s why they did the recall,”
“That’s the reason they did the recall,
she’s fairly sure that all of this is fake, this whole night, the way she finds herself acting around Ainslie and Elin and Sky tonight, maybe this whole year.
And if it’s not fake, if it’s all real, this fun, these friends, this life, then that’s even worse, isn’t it?
She’s in a horrible mood because she’s a horrible friend who wants everything that belongs to Ainslie.
Eyelashes like black fans. Skin just like skin. Even his fingernails are perfect and so real, as real as anything Immy has ever seen.
Vampires are all about secrets and unhappiness.
She doesn’t want a soundtrack for her life.
Apparently Elin wants real, even if real isn’t all that great.
Elin isn’t always a good friend, but okay, she’s a real friend
Ainslie is so sure of being loved.
her heart burning for just one beat, with that hatred, that old poison.
Immy feels lit up and inside out,
She can’t tell if it’s a real baby in the stroller or a Baby.
what if the Immy they see is the real Immy, and the one on the inside is just hormones and chemicals and too many little secrets and weird jumbled thoughts that don’t mean anything, after all?
The rec room is full of Ainslie’s mother’s abandoned projects.
They’re making each other realer the longer they look at each other, and isn’t that what love should be? Isn’t that what love should do?
“I wish you could tell me your real name.
All Immy can think about is Mint.
None of this is okay. But it’s not real. So it’s okay.
“I did something to you,” Immy says. “The ring.”
A real ghost in a fake boy?
He has the most beautiful eyes Immy’s ever seen. And, okay, so they’re molded out of silicone or they’re bags full of colored gel and microelectronic components, but so what? How is that really any different from vitreous humors and lenses and rods and cone cells?
Everyone who is alive has a ghost inside them, don’t they? So why can’t there be a real ghost in a fake boy?
They’ll have time for all of that later on.
“Sometimes I don’t love Ainslie,” Immy confesses. “Sometimes I hate her.” “Well,” her dad says. “That’s part of love, too.”

