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"What?" Avery chokes on her toast and I have to pat her on the back several times as she coughs before she can breathe again.
"Are you okay?" I ask her, hurrying to the fridge to fetch her a bottle of water and forcing it into her hands. "Here. Drink."
She makes no effort to open it. “Nevermind about me. Are you okay?"
I frown, giving her a look. What is she talking about?
"Of course I am. Why do you ask?" It's not like I'm the one at risk of choking to death every single time I eat because I never have water within reach.
"He said you're not his type!" She says in a whisper that somehow manages to sound very loud. "I would die if a guy ever told me that."
"You've never been told by a guy that you're not his type?" I ask her with a raised brow.
Honestly, I wouldn't be surp
