I laughed. Sometimes Julian could be very funny. “Though my parents are talking about throwing a big party this year instead of going to Paris. I hope so.
What are you doing over break?” said Julian. “Just hanging out,” I said. “You're so lucky,” he said. “I hope it snows again,” I answered.
“I got this new sled that is so amazing.” I was about to tell them about Lightning but Miles started talking first.
“I got a new sled, too!” he said. “My dad got it from Hammacher Schlemmer. It's so state of the art.”
“How could a sled be state of the art?” said Julian. “It was like eight hundred dollars or something.”
“Whoa!” “We should all go sledding and have a race down Skeleton Hill,” I said.
“That hill is so lame,” answered Julian. “Are you kidding?” I said. “Some kid broke his neck there. That's why it's called Skeleton Hill.”
Julian narrowed his eyes and looked at me like I was the biggest moron in the world.
“It's called Skeleton Hill because it was an ancient Indian burial ground, duh,” he said.
“Anyway, it should be called Garbage Hill now, it's so freakin' junky. Last time I was there it was so gross, like with soda cans and broken bottles and stuff.” He shook his head.
“I left my old sled there,” said Miles. “It was the crappiest piece of junk—and someone took it, too!”
“Maybe a hobo wanted to go sledding!” laughed Julian. “Where did you leave it?” I said.
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