A Date With Carter

Fine, whatever. It's not.
And ouch, you wound me. That's just hurtful. (Yeah, I know I wrote that as an answer, but that's 'cause you weren't supposed to click it!) And I mean, you're the one who chose to read this story.
Anyway.
You ignore Carter, who can't do anything about not being able to be in the same room as you. You ignore the VERY APPEALING letter sitting in the trash. You also ignore your grumbling stomach.
There's a knock at the door. Do you get it?
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