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creeps in every time your mom looks at you with her sad
eyes, desperate to find a way for you to eat your fruits
and vegetables…,” Red sniffed as he said those last words,
emphasizing each one with little dainty steps, along the
kitchen counter.
Bob felt his face
get redder than Red
himself! “Why… “he
stuttered angrily,
“you...you… How do you
know how I feel when mom
looks at me? Is it so obvious?”
Bob finally felt deflated
like a balloon, all his
energy just seeping out from his body.
“Of course we do,” chimed somebody else, hopping
out of his mom’s fruit basket. This time it was
Bananarama himself. You guessed it! This long, yellow
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