so cracking his password and e-mail Princeton.”
”Be yourself only, Q”, said Julia.
Her dark hair was pinned up in a wavy tuft. In a way, it felt worse that she was always so kind to him.
”What is the difference between that and what I said?”
Quentin did the magic trick again. It was a very small trick, a simple enhandsknep with a femcentare. He did it in rockfickan where no one could see it. He did it once, and then he did it backwards.
”I have a guess when it comes to his passwords,” said James. ”Password.”
It was somewhat incredible how long this had been going on, thought Quentin. They were only seventeen, but it felt as if he'd known James and Julia forever and ever. The school system in Brooklyn, separating out the gifted students and pushed them together, separated then the ridiculously strengthened from those that were just talented and pushed them together, which had resulted in the