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I knew it! I knew they'd make me narrate the epilogue! Oh, the horrors of being a sidekick...
There really isn't much left to say, to be honest. Spot and Race have been going out for several years now. The other night they had a small party at Race's house to celebrate their anniversary, and we had an all-night Indiana Jones marathon. I think Dutchy ate more mint chocolate-chip ice cream than the rest of us combined.
Itey and I also got together a few weeks after the Jamnesty, and, as Specs so kindly puts it, "Destruction follows you in your wake wherever you go. I certainly hope you two don't end up going to the same college..."
None of us see much of Bambi anymore; she's been avoiding Racetrack like the devil lately because she's so mad at him. We're all very happy about that.
Surprisingly enough, both Lia and Gino got accepted into Dartmouth College on scholarships. Their mother nearly had a heart attack; she got all super-Italian on them and went around kissing both their cheeks and singing opera and making them pasta. They've taken to hiding in their rooms and listening to Nirvana a lot.
We all had our doubts, but somehow, Spot came out in one piece after confronting his mother. They talked things out, and in the end they developed a sort of system to make everything work out. Race was so proud of him, he bought him a special edition of The Cricket in Times Square and they had an adorable little book group moment together.
Angelo, by the way, has been insisting that everyone call him Dot. We have yet to find out why.