When I’m invited to share a special meal with friends, whether holiday feast or birthday party, I always bring something along. Sure, some hosts might ask me to contribute a dish, but others respond with “Don’t bring a thing. I’ve got this.” I am unable, constitutionally, to appear on someone’s doorstep without something in my hand.
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