“Do you want something to eat?” I ask as Andy sits down on my dark-blue couch and starts taking things out of his backpack. He lifts his massive bag of candy and shakes it in my direction. “I’m good. Gotta finish these bad boys before I head home.” I take a seat next to him on the couch. “Why can’t you eat them at home?” He sighs and looks at the candy forlornly. “Falcon,” he says as if that one word explains everything. “He thinks it’s his mission to save my arteries from trans fats.” “Ah,” I say. “How’s that going, by the way? Ready to confess your feelings yet?” He throws me an annoyed
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