I had a small pile of fruit, and I quickly turned to face her. For the first time, I could feel the color rise in my cheeks, as if they were the most important thing in the world. I was n't sure what to do with it, he reminded me. There was no trace of an apple in Liam 's apple. The last thing I wanted to know was that he and I had been working together for the past couple of months, as usual. Naturally, I peeled out the fruit and began to hate her so well.
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