"Can you eat this?" he asked me, desperately, holding up the lower part of a gummi-hamburger in his hand.
Before I could answer, he shoved it against my lips, so I bit it and began chewing it.
"Thanks!" he said. He backed out, closed the door, and ran upstairs.
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3 comments:
I would worry about exactly where that Gummi's been.
It's probably better that you look at it as saving the galaxy.
It's the parental version of a trust fall.
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