“What’s your favorite food?” I asked, changing the subject again. I glanced at Cam out of the corner of my eye and saw her shoulders drop slightly. She was skittish—you had to know when to push and when to pull. “Still tomatoes,” she said, and I laughed. She ate tomatoes like apples—it was the weirdest thing I’d ever seen. “And what’s yours? Still anything blue raspberry flavored? Even though that’s not even a real thing?” “Yep,” I said. “Blue dye does something to me—what can I say?” Cam shook her head, but she was smiling. “So do you like Bloody Marys now, too? I always thought you’d like
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