J.T.
Toby had said it perfectly: Mia was a hot, saucy meatball marinara. Liberty was boring, plain oatmeal.
Spicy was good for a while, but eventually it gave you heartburn. It looked more interesting, its flavor was more pleasing, but its luster could only last so long.
Oatmeal was always there for him, always would be. It was quick and easy to make, filled him up, made him warm.
It reminded him of his childhood, he tasted memories with every spoonful.
When he took the time to think about it, the decision was incredibly simple.
He'd been craving oatmeal all along.
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