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What are we doing for supper tonight?” Avery asked, turning around in my desk chair and separating me from my memories.
I grunted and tossed a package of ramen over my shoulder.
She groaned. “Not again. Please. You need real food, Summer.”
“Noodles are real food. They’re a relative to real pasta, which came from Italy and we know how kick-ass Italian food is. Boom. They’re gourmet badassness.”
She tossed them to the corner. “They’re not, and I’m pulling my friendship card.”
No way. She couldn’t.
I rotated around in my chair to stare at her. “Not the friendship card.”
“Totally the friendship card.”
I pretended to gasp and shudder. Okay, I really did shudder. I’d never admit it, but the ramen wasn’t doing it for me either...
"I was thinking we could go to a restaurant or something.”
“What is this you speak of? A dwelling where they serve many varieties of solids?”
Her lip twitched in a grin. “Yeah, that. You and me, we’re going to dress up, and we’re going to dine like queens.”
“Can I wear a tiara?”
“Without a doubt.” She winked at me as she got up and went to the door. “Thirty minutes, then we’re leaving.
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