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Anna
I shook my head, questioning her questions, but answered, “34C.”
Her eyes darted to my chest. “Now I’m totally jealous of you. I wish I was a C,” she grumbled. “I need another chip to get over it.” After eating another, she continued. “Name of pet growing up.”
“Didn’t have one. Next.” I wasn’t a big pet fan.
“Um… Name of prom date.”
“Didn’t have one. Next.”
“Didn’t have…? Okay. Next. Um…favorite color.”
I relaxed at the lighter direction of the questions. “Orange.”
Carrie gave me a surprised look. “Really? I figured you for a pink girl.”
I tilted my chin down to get a good look at her. Seriously? A pink girl?
“What number am I up to?”
“Five, and that was a question, so six.”
“Smart ass.” She grinned.
This was fun. I really liked Carrie, except when she thought I was a
