My sister introduced my 12 year old as a “STINKY NIECE” with cheap clothes and no future – Welcome

still sitting in the refrigerator.

Marco reached for his keys.

I assumed he planned to take me somewhere.

Instead, he opened the fridge.

“Can I reheat this?”

“You better,” I muttered. “I spent 40 minutes on that sauce.”

He smiled.

The dessert had collapsed overnight.

The pasta was softer than it should have been.

Marco took a bite.

“This is really good.”

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