I’m real. Peanut butter, anyone?

“I didn’t think you were real for the first few months I knew you,” my friend told me.
Why?
“You kept a jar of peanut butter in your backpack,” she explained. “How could you be real?”
I am that person. That person who always has a jar of peanut butter on hand – or a dozen corn muffins, two apples, perhaps just a bag of trail mix. I get hungry, and think you might too. So, just in case, I’ll be prepared.
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