My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites
“Yes.”
“I can hear you,” Noah said.
I made pasta.
Of course.
I considered making something else.
Then decided I was tired of giving pasta symbolic power.
Three plates.
Three glasses.
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