_It was before we really knew each other that we thought we knew everything.

People say you never really know someone until you room with them. Ha, they’re liars. You never really know someone until you share a lunch.

It is in that way that one can see what the other is willing to part with._

Everyone thought they knew her. The girl with the white hair. Yes, they all did. That is, of course, until she had the last sandwich on earth.