Saturday, 4:45 PM, the kitchen
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"How about bananas? You like bananas?"

"They aren't even ripe yet," Beth answers, setting the plate in the sink.

"It makes it taste better if you ask me," Allie says, sitting down on the chair next to the table.

"There's still ketchup on this plate!" Beth groans, picking up said plate.

"It's natural."

"What?" Beth turns around to stare at her sister.

"Nothing."

A knock on the door brings Beth and Allie away from their discussion, turning to look at the door.

"Mom! Someone's at the door!" Beth yells to their mom, putting down the plate she was washing.

Footsteps coming from the hallway and making their way to the kitchen are heard before their mom walks into the room. "There's someone at the door?"

"Yea," Beth answers just before Allie has the chance to.

She opens the door after walking to it, revealing a man in his late thirties with thinning brown hair. "Hello! I'm your new neighbor." He smiles.

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