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Dinners were also stressful. He was tired of hearing
his mom coax him every single night to eat “just one more
bite of carrot” or “see how delicious this strawberry is,
ripe and just off the vine.” He really didn’t care where
strawberries came from. After all, it was all about taste.
What had he come for? Bob thought, while nibbling
his nail absently. It dawned on him all of a sudden. He was
here to try the new flavored butter pecan chocolate chip
ice cream his dad had bought yesterday at the grocery
store. He had wanted to take a bite
at dinner, but his
mom kept looking
at him with these
teary eyes that made him
feel very bad
about himself. So he
had just rolled up
his eyes and gone straight to his room.
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