She's not my type,' Carter says.
'So what is your type?'
'Tall, skinny, black hair, blue eyes, freckly nose. Blue tinsel wig and snowflakes optional.'
'Skinny?' I squeal.
'Definitely. Pretending to be shy, sensible and stand-offish when really you're mad about me.'
'You sure about that?'
'No, but I'm hoping.

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