Page 73 of Can't Help Falling

“Nuh-uh,” Tyler said. “I want the cherry.”

“No way!”

“You take the peach. No one likes peach.”

“You said you didn’t want strawberry. Not peach.”

“Let’s split both, then.”

Matty narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips, one of them encumbered by the bottle of flavored water. “No deal. I don’t want your germs.”

Tyler laughed and cracked the top on the disgusting peach water. “You drive a hard bargain, kid.”

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