Sometimes, people walk into your life. With chicken noodle soup.
... and you didn't realize they were there, mostly because you hate chicken noodle soup and didn't ask for it.
But there they are, holding this steaming bowl of comfort and friendship because you have a cold that's making you really hard to be around. It's a simple enough gesture, offered without pretense or hope of anything in return. It means they care that you are sick and want your day to be just a little easier. That's all.
They even bring crackers. The good kind. Your favorite kind.
And you can't even bring yourself to say thank you because you're all torn up and angst-ridden over some guy who was never worth your time anyway.
...Well, that, and you hate chicken noodle soup.
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