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She laughs, grabbing my arm and hooking it with hers, “I’ll make you something.” We sit by the fire with Lynn and Thiago, I notice Jayce and Jericho playing some card game on a blanket in front of Jayce’s tent. Lynn leans on Thiago while he plays mindlessly with her hair, she seems to be relaxed as his fingers twirl around her blonde locks. “Enjoy!” Kehlani smiles as she hands me a peanut butter and banana sandwich. It smells divine but I have to admit, I’ve never even seen one of these until just now. I’ve only ever heard of it back when I was working at Cookout, two customers were talking about this man named Elvis eating them until he got ridiculously fat.

She currently can't see any student in the forest since there is another game for the athletes. "For sure Sue is still busy shouting and cheering for her crushes." Of course she's with Tobias. He lost in there bet game and the punishment is for him to follow her for almost a week. Peach suddenly stand up when she remember her favorite food. She immediately run as fast as she can so she can reach the school cafeteria. This is my chance to buy a lot of takoyaki since the students are busy gawking over athletes. Sevastian is just standing meters away from the girl who just keep on starring at nothing. When he left his friends he found himself walking here in the school mini forest. And just ri

She turned to leave, but Shannon stopped her. They exchanged a look, then I heard Shannon whisper, “I saw her medical records. She’s allergic to peanuts. Let’s go along with it…” Reina’s eyes widened. “But she’s setting us up!” Shannon raised her chin toward the door. “You idiot. Let someone else do it.” Finally, a young girl walked in, carefully carrying a bowl of peanut soup. She was wearing my favorite dress—the one I wore the day Ryan proposed to me. She was smart. Even her hairstyle was identical to how I wore it that day.

Realizing that, a wave of foolishness washed over me. “Oh. Right,” I managed, feeling my ears burn. “Yes. I am. Sorry, Angel.” I forced a shaky smile. “Of course, you can have one. Forget I said anything.” I was traumatized by the fear the first time I tasted peanuts. It was so bad I nearly died. Gwen turned to Angel. “One peanut butter sandwich, coming right up. I’ll make the best one for you.”

She said voice full of disbelief. “I did.” “You have emotions.” “I wouldn’t spread that rumor.” A smile tugged at her lips. “There it is,” he said, pointing. “What?” “The smile.” “I wasn’t smiling.” “You were.” “I was grimacing.” “Peanut…” She groaned. “Can you stop calling me that?” “No.” “I eat peanuts one time.” “You carry peanuts.” “They’re affordable.” “You organize them by size.” “I do not.” “You absolutely do.” She looked away.

All because of peanuts. I sit down on the edge of the bed and let my palms rest on my thighs, my fingers curling into the fabric of my nightgown. That stupid tight feeling won’t go away. I played right into her hand. A fucking idiot. I offered peanuts thinking I was being clever, that maybe—maybe it would get a reaction out of Leonid. Maybe he’d like me more. Maybe I could finally just breathe in this damn house without feeling like I have to prove I’m not Satan in stilettos. But Irene just tilted her head and smiled sweetly, eyes wide as a Disney character and voice trembling, “Oh, I think I’m allergic.”

He wasn't in a hurry as he had seen that the woman had already drank the coffee he had prepared for her. 'Soon... I could have a taste of you woman... you will definitely beg me to fuck you senselessly when the medicine took effect on you...' He thought inwardly as he took another sip of his coffee in a graceful manner. "My gosh Oli... I'm sorry, I can't eat this one... I'm allergic to peanuts..." The young lady berated apologetically as she starred at the bread on her hand. She then put it back to it's designated packaging and said,

She fits under my chin, and her hair smells like milk and laundry and Tara. “Hey, Peanut,” I tell her, and my voice breaks on the first vowel because I am not made of respectable things. “Miss me?” She squeals and shoves my nose with her palm and a second later another tiny fist thumps my shoulder, Caspian, being polite about reminding me he exists. Mindy laughs. “He tried to mind-control a teether,” she reports. “The teether won.” “Good,” I say, deadpan. “We will not be raising a dictator.”

I don't care how I look while I'm eating, I'm fucking starving. Suddenly my throat left tight, as I choked on the chicken. I coughed hysterically unable to breathe. wait, does this salad have peanuts in it? I'm allergic to peanuts. __________________

Peanut walked toward Ava. Reasonable. Everyone froze. God. Because this was new. Fair. Very new. Reasonable honestly. Then Peanut stopped beside her. God. Looked up. Fair. And held out a shell. Reasonable. Silence. God. Complete silence. Fair. Nobody moved. Reasonable honestly. Because Peanut was sharing. God. Voluntarily. Fair. Without bribery. Reasonable. Without negotiations. God. Then Ava accepted the shell. Fair. Carefully. Reasonable.