sandwiches
raze
every
day
she
packed
me
the
same
thing
for
lunch
. baloney
on
white
bread
.
or
if
it
wasn't
that
,
it
was
peanut
butter
and
jelly
on
white
bread
.
the
peanut
butter
and
jelly sandwiches
had
margarine
on
them
.
i
always
thought
that
was
gross.
and
it
was
redundant.
it
didn't
need
to
be
there
.
i
would
work
out
some
backwards
way
to
eat
my
sandwich
.
turn
it
into
math
without
numbers
.
turn
it
into
a
game
.
try
to
trick
the
two
pieces
of
bread
and
what
lived
between
them
into
believing
they
were
something
else
so
my
tongue
might
believe
it
too
.
it
didn't
work
.
when
i
started
sleeping
over
at
my
dad's
place
on
tuesdays,
he
would
pack
my
lunch
the
next
day
.
he
made
me
sandwiches
on
all
kinds
of
different
bread
.
not
just
bread
. portuguese rolls.
onion
buns.
there
was
no
baloney.
no
peanut
butter
.
no
jelly.
there
was
ham.
there
was
roast beef.
there
was
turkey
.
there
was
cheese
.
i
didn't
know
you
could
put
cheese
on
a
sandwich
.
my
mother
never
did
that
.
he
would
make
me
little
salads
in
tupperware containers.
he
would
give
me
a
can
of
pop
instead
of
a
juice
box
.
i
didn't
know
lunch
was
something
you
were
supposed
to
enjoy
.
most
days
i
still
hated
it
,
but
on
wednesdays
i
loved
it
.
my
mother
would
always
ask
me
what
my
dad
made
me
for
lunch
.
i
lied
and
told
her
it
was
the
same
stuff
she
gave
me
.
it
was
easier
that
way
.
even
if
nothing
was
ever
easy
.
i
made
my
peace
with
peanut
butter
and
jelly
years
ago
.
i
still
haven't
forgiven
baloney
for
what
it
did
to
me
,
even
if
it
was
only
doing
what
it
was
told
.
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