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SOUL TO ITS VERY CORE.)
    1 cup sugar
    Â½ cup shortening
    Â¼ tsp. salt
    Â½ tsp. nutmeg 2 eggs
    1 cup buttermilk
    Â½ tbsp. baking soda
    2 cups flour
    Mix it all together in a big bowl.
    Roll it into little two-inch-wide cookie balls.
    Grease a cookie sheet.
    Throw it in the oven, 15 minutes, pre-heated to 350 degrees.
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WONDERLAND

    Picture this: Me in the middle of an Italian restaurant at the Grove, an outdoor shopping center in LA. I’m getting a call from my doctor to tell me my allergic reaction was actually “Coxsackievirus.” To which I replied, “But doctor! I don’t even have a boyfriend!”
    [   I’M DISGUSTING.   ]
    ANYWAY . . . This particular virus is most commonly seen in little kids who eat glue :) For me, I got it on an airplane. It causes hives on your feet, hands, and scalp. Not very cute—and itchy as HELL.
    As I sat in the restaurant, Summer * walked in. Summer was (and is again) one of my best friends. I met her on Twitter, of course, through a bunch of mutual friends, who told us we had a TON in common. For example, we freaked out about guys and makeup the same way. Summer was super fun. Back thenshe had this really long mermaid hair that was naturally brown but she always longed to dye it blonde. And she had this way of making everywhere she went seem cooler and everyone she was with feel more important.
    Before I even sat down to join the table, Summer started explaining to me that she had decided to move to London. She had met Joel * there in November and she really liked him. They had discussed her moving there, but I never believed it would happen till now. Now it felt suddenly real.
Honestly, I was scared.
    The person who had gotten me through the past four months was leaving the country. How would I survive the bad days (especially the bad eyeliner days)?! The last year had been tough. I had been obsessed with two different guys and both crushes ended HORRIBLY. Literally, one guy was just your average, everyday jerk. I was apparently the “only girl” he was seeing, but alas! WASN’T.Shocking, I know. The other guy was one I actually really cared about. He was a good friend of mine before we started dating, and we ended up in one of those awful Non-relationship Relationships (refer to Chapter 16: “The Dangers of Non-relationship Relationships”).
    But Summer was always there for me. She was the only friend I could TRULY count on for vent sessions over Skype and a constant stream of hilarious yet uplifting texts. TWIN FLAMES. And now she was leaving the COUNTRY? What was I honestly gonna do?
    But she was happy and I was happy for her and I didn’t want her to think otherwise SO . . .
I told her to find me a British boyfriend.
    Duh.
    She told me about this guy Matt * , who was her boyfriend Joel’s friend. She had never met him but heard Joel talking about him a lot. So I did what I do and followed Matt on Twitter, but he never DM’ed me. (No hard feelings, Matt!) He probably didn’t DM me because HE DIDN’T KNOW ME. (THANKS, SUMMER, for making me look insane.)
    After lunch was over and Summer left, I realized how sad I was. I mean, my best friend had decided to move to another country! We promised to Skype and text all the time, but still . . .
    We Skyped as soon as she got to London. I remember she was blow-drying her hair on the floor of Joel’s room. They were about to go meet Adam * at the pub. “The pub” was always the meet-up spot for them, but it isn’t a specific place. It kinda just means a lot of different restaurant/bars. The legal drinking age in the UK is eighteen btw, and Summer was nineteen. (I was still seventeen . . . buthey, R-rated movies hollllllaaaaaa.)
    Needless to say, I was jealous of Summer by this point. (And yes, I know, she’s only just arrived!) But she had everything I wanted. A cool boyfriend, independence, and happiness.
    When I told Summer she had