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I would sculpt it into your HEART.
It is only evidence of my one-track mind that I actually had the thought last night: "Wow, this Baby-Sitter's Club book is really slashy?"
I wish I could tell you that I was reading it because of my little sister or cousin or whatever but such is not the case. I was reading it for ME.
See, Claudia makes friends with the weird new girl in school, and they start spending all their time hanging out together and talking about art. They have discussions like "How would you sculpt LOVE?" And... and... okay, maybe I'm just the prime audience to see it that way since when my friend (female) was in eighth grade, a weird new girl (also female) came to school, and they started spending all their time together talking about art, and hinting obscurely about their feelings for each other, and eventually they made out. And that new girl's name was ME.
I wish I could tell you that I was reading it because of my little sister or cousin or whatever but such is not the case. I was reading it for ME.
See, Claudia makes friends with the weird new girl in school, and they start spending all their time hanging out together and talking about art. They have discussions like "How would you sculpt LOVE?" And... and... okay, maybe I'm just the prime audience to see it that way since when my friend (female) was in eighth grade, a weird new girl (also female) came to school, and they started spending all their time together talking about art, and hinting obscurely about their feelings for each other, and eventually they made out. And that new girl's name was ME.