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The day rolls by in an oddly familiar way. Arrick reappears after lunch when he hears the buzzer from the food place I ordered from, and I guess the smell of it, considering he eats like a horse and is always hungry. I’ve been sensible for once and picked an organic food deli that does salad and wholesome food spreads, knowing he’s still supposed to be on a strict eating regime and lately he’s been eating really badly, mostly because of me. I really can’t cook, so my attempts at making him anything ‘Tasha’ style would probably result in food poisoning or a serious bout of indigestion at the least. I know my limits, and making food is definitely not one of my skills. I also let him off with the sundae search, feeling guilty that he’d be breaking a food rule just for me.

We play Xbox for two hours, fight over games, controls, and squabble over the fact he’s a huge cheat who never lets me win at anything. I make him eat pillow a fe