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Dinner?"
"No."
"Jalebi ice cream sandwich?" he called out, referring to one of her favorite childhood treats.
Her betraying lips quivered at the corners. "No."
"How about a snack? French toast crunch? Scooby Snacks? Trix with extra sugar? Pakoras and pretzels? Roast beef on rye with mustard and three thinly sliced pickles with a side of chocolate milk?"
Laughter bubbled up inside her. He had done this almost every day to guess the after-school snack even though she had always taped the weekly family meal plan to the refrigerator door.
"Pav bhaji, chaat, panipuri...?" Liam had loved her father's Indian dishes.
"I'm not listening." But of course, she was.
"Two grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup and zucchini fries? Masala dosa...?" His voice grew faint as she neared the end of the block.
"Cinnamon sugar soft pretzels, tomato basil mozzarella toasts...
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