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After two weeks in a row of watching me cook ramen noodles with a coffee mug in the microwave, he’d accidentally started cooking double the night before.
One morning I’d shown up at the garage to find two Tupperware containers sitting side by side in the fridge, both marked with sticky notes. One had my name, the other Emmett’s.
I dove into the bags I’d brought inside, taking out a loaf of bread and bag of baby carrots. Then another bag of carrots. And another bag of carrots. “Do you have rabbits?” “No.” Her cheeks flushed as she swiped a bag from my hand. “I just like carrots.” “How long will it take you to go through all of these?” She shrugged and opened the refrigerator door. “I don’t know. A week?” “A week?” My eyes bulged. “That’s more carrots than I eat in a year.”