“So what’s your favorite part of the s’more?” I ask as I slowly turn my marshmallow over the gas burner on our stove.
Katie looks at me with the most pitying look I’ve ever seen, then, realizing I’m serious, her face grows stern.
“No such thing,” she says firmly.
“Ah, it’s all one thing,” I say, and she gives look that can only be described as “No doy."
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