“Oooh!” Kash’s fork clanks as he drops it, breaking the silence we’d formed while eating. “I have an idea.” He opens a drawer, digging around for a second before he pulls out a small notepad and pen. “Let’s make a list.” I watch as he scrawls my name at the top, then adds ‘likes’ and ‘dislikes’ beneath it. “Crunchy bacon goes here,” Kash declares, the tip of his tongue poking out in concentration. “And eggs over here.” They’re placed in their respective columns, and then the paper is tucked beneath a magnet on the fridge. I blink at it, a mixture of emotions bubbling to the surface. “We’ll
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