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Camden ended up paying for breakfast even though I offered. He was making it impossible to pay him back for helping me last night. Before going to the store, we took a tour of the Bank of America stadium and drove around so he could sightsee. We spent all afternoon together. Since Mason wanted me to befriend him, I offered to cook him dinner this week. The stuff he was putting in his grocery cart had me worried. There was nothing but macaroni and cheese and frozen pizzas. I felt like I had no choice.
Now that we were back at our building, we separated so he could put his groceries away and I could do mine. A knock came moments later. He must have put his bags in the refrigerator and called it good.
“Come in,” I hollered. When he walked in, I continued, “That was fast. I’m no
