“It just does. Rutabaga? Nah, my mom doesn’t put rutabaga in hers, because if she did, I would’ve picked it all out every time I ate it.” “Maybe she mashes it up so you don’t even know it’s in there. I bet she had to get creative to get you to eat vegetables.” Greid straightened. I glanced up to find him staring down at me. “Do you think she actually does that?” I laughed, closing the book and carefully sliding it back onto the shelf. “How would I know?” “I’m gonna ask her.” Greid was pulling out his phone. “If she’s been sneaking rutabaga into my food this whole time, that is not cool.” “Yes,
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