« I owe both of you the truth. »
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Noah and I met because of raisins.
We were six.
Our first-grade teacher had given everyone those little red boxes during snack time.
I was quietly stuffing mine beneath a napkin when the boy beside me whispered, « That’s smart. »
« I owe both of you the truth. »
I looked over.
He was doing exactly the same thing.
« You hate them? » I asked.