“Where have you been?” Zoe says, her cheeks flushing pink just from the sight of Miles. “Thought you might be getting hungry,” he says, passing around a paper bag of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. They’re warm and soft, the chocolate chips still melty from the oven. I scarf my cookie down in two bites. “A present from your friends in the kitchen?” Zoe laughs. “I told you, they’ll trade their souls for the right baggie.” Miles grins. “No milk?” Leo complains. “Only for Zoe,” Miles fires back, pulling a chilled glass bottle out from under his shirt and ripping off the paper top. “Zoe. I
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