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Chapter 20
20 I learned two important things about my parallel self today: one, she gets very crabby when she’s hungry. Two, she’s an excellent cook. I have eaten vegetables before. Not often, usually not voluntarily, but I have been known to do it. I prefer them nuked and covered with melted cheese—ideally as part of nachos. But I can honestly say that if I could have vegetables picked from Halli’s greenhouse every day, prepared the way she prepared them tonight, I might be willing to give up microwaved or cheese-smothered veggies forevermore. And then dessert: all those fruits cut up and arranged so their colors complemented each other, then topped with a granola-y kind of thing and lots of cinnamon. “Do you eat like this all the time?” “Sure,” Halli said. “What’s the point of eating otherwise
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