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one step above riding the pony in front of the grocery store,” ill papi said. “And you can do that for a quarter anytime.”
    â€œPlus I don’t think Orlando Bloom actually comes with the Fastpass,” Sammi added.
    â€œThis is supposed to be the happiest place on earth,” Becca said. “If that’s true, he’ll be there.” She giggled as she smoothed her long red hair. “Y’all got Fastpasses for it, too. We’ve got to boogie or we won’t be able to use them. They’re only good for an hour.”
    Ill papi handed over his Fastpass for Pirates. “I need my Mountain.”
    Sophie handed her pass to Becca, too. “Maybe you’ll make it through a couple of times.” She looked over at her sister. What was Sammi going to do?
    â€œI’m going with Becca,” Sammi announced as they stepped back out into the bright sunlight.
    Maybe she’s afraid she’ll puke on ill papi if she keeps as close as she wants to, Sophie thought, trying not to smile. Because it wasn’t funny. Not at all.
    â€œGuess we’ll see you over at the Haunted Mansion,” Becca said. The whole group had agreed to meet up there at eight thirty.
    â€œLet’s get back in line, Soph,” ill papi urged.
    â€œBye, guys,” Sophie called over her shoulder as she and ill papi took off for the other side of Space Mountain, where the twisty, turny line started again.
    â€œForty-five-minute wait time,” ill papi complained, checking the clock on the sign posted at the front of the line.
    â€œWorth it?” Sophie asked.
    Ill papi smiled, deepening the dimple he had on one side of his mouth. “Worth it.”
    â€œOkay. So. Would you rather be able to fly or breathe underwater?”
    Ill papi stared at her.
    â€œIt’s the ‘would you rather’ game,” Sophie explained. “Would you rather be able to fly or breathe underwater?”
    â€œThat’s not how you play. It has to be, like, would you rather swim in a pool of snot or drink a glass of diarrhea?”
    â€œThat’s disgusting.”
    â€œRight. That’s how you play.”
    Sophie thought for a second. “Okay. Would you rather wear a dirty diaper on your head or go to school without pants?”
    â€œSee? Now you come correct,” ill papi said.
    â€œSo now you gotta answer,” Sophie shot back. Ill papi was the steamiest guy at Hip Hop Kidz. Probably three-fourths of the girls who took classes there would want to be standing in Sophie’s black-and-white-checkered Vans right now.
    But what those girls didn’t get was that Sophie and ill papi were buds. Sophie’d always had a lot of boy friends. She’d just never had an actual boyfriend.
    â€œGuess I’d go with the diaper,” ill papi decided.
    They were still playing the game as they walked across the park at eight fifteen to meet up with the rest of the group.
    â€œMud wrestling in vomit or taking a shower under a sewage pipe?” ill papi threw out.
    â€œHuh. Wait. In the wrestling, is the vomit mixed with mud or—”
    â€œAll vomit. With chunks,” ill papi told her.
    â€œAnd who am I wrestling?” Sophie asked.
    â€œIt matters?”
    â€œOf course it matters,” Sophie exclaimed. “There are some people I would gladly—”
    â€œOver here!” Sammi called. She waved from a spot near some big tombstones in front of the Haunted Mansion. Ky, Devane, Max, and the twins were already there with her and Becca.
    Sophie noticed that her sister’s lip gloss looked fresh, and she’d added a streak of charcoal eyeliner over each eye. Ooh, look out, ill papi, Sophie thought. Sammi’s ready to make another play.
    Has she ever lost at anything? Sophie wondered, doing a quick review of the various Sammi pursuits over the years. She came in second in that spelling bee that time. But she had the flu. So she’ll get ill