“What did you bring for lunch, bestie?” Zach said buoyantly.I rolled my eyes. “Stop eyeing my food, Z. I’m not giving you half of my lunch. You always do this to me. You eat yours and then steal from mine,” I said in an annoyed tone.“Come on! Steal? Wrong choice of words, don’t you think, Riv’s? Sharing is caring, and what are best friends for? You know I love your food, babe,” he retorted, pouting and giving me puppy eyes.“Well, then, it’s a good thing I brought you a separate container of spaghetti.” I grinned, wiggling my eyebrows.“You do love me!!! I knew it! Thank you, Rivs. You need to show D how to make your famous spaghetti, but say it without her knowing I asked you to. Baby girl gets butt hurt when she burns something, or when the food comes out bland, so you can imagine how she’ll get if she finds out I don’t like her spaghetti.” He frowned and blew out his cheeks.Delilah and Zach got engaged the year we graduated, and they were now living on the outskirts of Houston, t
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