“So, that’s what you keep in that fanny pack,” Jordan commented from his spot behind his table. “I was wondering what you put in there.” I couldn’t see Miles, but I heard his snort and whispered comment. “I can fit a lot in Annie’s fanny.” I nearly choked on an M&M as a trio of readers stepped up. Jordan peered over at me. “You alright, Whit? Need some water?” “I’ve got it,” Miles said as he passed me a water bottle. I was almost certain he was glaring at Jordan. I cracked the top. “Are you gonna piss a circle around me?” “If I thought it’d work, I would. But considering he seems like the type
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