Andrew looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “It doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to just exchange one apology for another.” “You do when they’re the same offense.” “Yes, but mine was done out of professional necessity, yours was just petty—” “I ate a banana,” I interrupt. He opens his mouth, then shuts it, at a loss for words. “What?” “Yesterday. I was hungover, as you probably expected, and I didn’t have a banana, but I ordered one for dinner.” He’s silent for a full thirty seconds. “You ordered a banana for dinner.” “I did.” Andrew closes his eyes for a moment. “You really are
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