Setting: my kitchen between school and volleyball practice Thursday night. Wednesday, first day of school was so bad Whitney had to drown her sorrows with a stuffed crust pizza.
Whitney: I'm taking a piece of pizza to Keeley.
Me: Okay. Did she miss dinner?
Whitney: No, her parents are on a health kick.
Me: You know all about that.
Whitney: That's why I'm taking her pizza.
Everyone needs a Whitney.
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