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“Pie?"
I narrowed my eyes at her, and then down at the container in her hands, where there were chocolate hand pies lined up in neat rows. The So Sorry Blondies were all gone by then, devoured between me and Paul and the rest of the dive team, and the memory of their deliciousness was too fresh for me to resist another Pepper Evans creation. I took one of the mini pies with a wary hand, just as she pulled out her phone, tapped it a few times, and smirked.
I stopped chewing. "Did you just tweet?" I asked, my mouth full of chocolate.
Pepper swept her bangs back with her fingers, and this time the gesture was calculated and breezy. "Did I?"
I scowled into my phone screen, lowering it under my desk so Mrs. Fairchild wouldn't see. This one was just a GIF of Regina George from Mean Girls--- "Why are you so obsessed with me?"
"At least your pie is better than your tweets," I mumbled.
But the smirk on Pepper's face only deepened. "Those are from the Big League Burger bargain menu, by the way."
My mouth dropped open. Pepper turned her eyes back to her textbook, burying her smirk in it. "Enjoy.”
― Emma Lord, Tweet Cute

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― Sunday Adelaja