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I give his As alk out the front door, Peter says, “Who’s Patty?” and I pretend I don’t hear

I must fall asleep in about two seconds fro I knoe’re parked in , “We’re here, Lara Jean”

I openmy dress and shirt to my chest like a security blanket, and my reindeer is in my lap My new treasures I feel like I just robbed a bank and got aith it “Thanks for today, Peter”

“Thanks for coot to ask you soht”

My ives me a dirty look “Kitty knows about us! Besides, my mom and I are close It’s just her and me and my brother, Owen If you don’t want to come, then don’t come But just know that mythe e You have to keep lies restricted to as few people as possible”

“How do you know so ?”

“Oh, I used to lie all the tiht of it as playing make-believe I told Kitty she was adopted and her real faymnastics

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I’M NOT SURE HOW DRESSED up I should get for dinner at Peter’s house At the store his mom seems so fancy I just don’t want toof all the ways that I’ compared to Genevieve I don’t see why I have to h ot’s closet I finally pick a cream-colored sweater and a blouse with a Peter Pan collar, with a corduroy hts and flats Then I put on some makeup, which I hardly ever wear I put on peach blush and I try to do so off and starting over again, this tio show Kitty and she says, “Looks like a uniforood way?”

Kitty nods “Like you work at a nice store”

Before Peter arrives at o on the computer and look up what fork to use hat, just in case

It’s strange Sitting at Peter’s kitchen table, I feel like I’ someone else’s life It turns out Peter’s mom has made pizzas, so I didn’t even need to worry about forks And their house isn’t fancy on the inside; it’s just normal and nice There’s a real butter churner on display in the kitchen, pictures of Peter and his brother hanging on the walls in wooden fra

There are a bunch of pizza toppings on the breakfast bar—not just pepperoni and sausage and reasy kalaarlic

Peter’shout dinner, and I keep eating it even though I’ at me, and she has a soft smile on her face When she ser brother is named Owen He’s twelve He’s like a miniature Peter, but he doesn’t talk as rabs a slice of pizza and shoves it into his h it’s too hot He puffs out hot air and he almost spits a piece back out into his napkin, and their mom says, “Don’t you dare, Owen We have company”

“Leave me alone,” Owen mumbles

“Peter says you have two sisters,” Mrs Kavinsky says with a bright smile She cuts a piece of lettuce into bite-sized bits “Your irls”

I open my mouth to answer her, but before I can, Peter does He says, “Lara Jean’s mom passed ahen she was little” He says it like she should already know, and embarrassment crosses her face

“I’m so sorry I re three girls They thought for sureto be a boy, and irls she was nervous about what she was going to do with a boy So she was really relieved when Kitty turned out to be a girl My sister Margot and I were too; ould pray every night we’d get a sister and not a brother”

“Hey, what’s wrong with boys?” Peter objects