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Growing up, I despised the smell of sauteed onions and garlic. On their own they were terrible enough and when they were combined... lethal. Sometimes my mom would have me press the garlic. I hate garlic presses, I would say. I vowed to never saute a single onion or clove of garlic.

And now I find myself sitting on the floor surrounded by things that are supposedly ours, waiting for him to get home, contemplating the fact that this one bedroom apartment smells of sauteed onions and garlic. Oh oh.