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brown wallet from the inside pocket of his light blue windbreaker. “The letter you wrote telling me you didn’t want to see me or talk to me. I have it right here.” Unfolding the wallet, he reached in and pulled free a sheet of bright pink paper folded into a small square.
    Quinn didn’t own bright pink stationery. But the paper in Simon’s hand did look vaguely familiar. “That’s not from me,” she said.
    “What are you talking about?” Simon asked. “You signed it. See,” unfolding the letter and pointing, “right there! Quinn. You’re the only Quinn on campus as far as I know, and you’re definitely the only Quinn who would be writing to me.”
    “Let me see that.” Quinn stretched out a hand and Simon gave her the letter. She read the typewritten note quickly.
Simon,
I know we’ve had a lot of fun, but now it’s time to move on. I don’t want to be tied down to just one person and you shouldn’t, either. As for staying friends, that never works. Let’s just say we had a good time and leave it at that, okay? I see no point in any further contact between us. Have a good life.
Quinn
    “I never wrote this,” she said quietly. “And you should have known I didn’t. It doesn’t sound anything like me, Simon.” She quoted: “ ‘ I see no point in any further contact between us’? Simon, I would never say something like that. It sounds like I’m firing an employee, not ending a relationship. Besides,” she added, lifting her head to look Simon squarely in the face, “I didn’t want to stop seeing you, so why would I write this in the first place?”
    “You didn’t write this?” Simon asked. “You didn’t write this?”
    “I didn’t write it,” Quinn repeated softly. “I wouldn’t have. Why didn’t you ask me?”
    “Because,” he tapped the pink paper with one finger, “you said not to.”
    “Well, you could have fought a little harder,” Quinn said tartly. “Are you that easy to get rid of?”
    “If I were,” he responded just as tartly, “I wouldn’t be standing here now, would I?”
    Good point.
    Relenting, Quinn dropped her books on the ground, smiled, reached up, and wrapped her arms around Simon’s neck.
    She couldn’t see his face then, to see if he was returning the smile, but it was clear that he was returning the hug.
    And a minute later, he punctuated the hug with a man-am-I-glad-you’re-back kiss.
    Which Quinn returned with a heartfelt how-could-you-be-so-dumb kiss.
    A few minutes later, they were sitting on the low stone wall encircling the fountain on the Commons.
    The only thing Simon knew about the letter was that it had been pushed underneath the door to his room. He’d found it when he came home one afternoon.
    “I’ve seen that paper before,” Quinn told him. “I just can’t remember where. Why would someone do something so mean?” She glanced at Simon. “Who were you dating before I came along?”
    “No one special. Although …” Simon grinned, “there is this tall blonde in chem class who smiles at me a lot.”
    Quinn rolled her eyes. “I’m serious. I want to know how this happened. It was a really mean thing to do, and I can’t think of anyone who hates me that much.”
    “Maybe,” Simon said thoughtfully, “it was the same person who set off that stink bomb and went after Carlie and Donner. Someone who hates to see any couples happy together.”
    As bizarre as the thought seemed to be, Simon had a point. But his mention of Carlie and Donner caused a small snake of uneasiness to slither up her spine as she remembered the paint-stained clothing hidden in her room.
    Should she tell him? He knew about the sleepwalking. Maybe he could reassure her, convince her that she hadn’t been anywhere near the tower when that paint rained down upon Carlie and Donner. But what if he didn’t? What if he thought that maybe she had done it?
    Poor Simon. He didn’t know what he was getting into, dating a somnambulist. Fancy word for a real