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Mystery Gas

We were both standing at the pantry debating on cereal when my son crinkled his face and grabbed his nose.

I caught a whiff.  And staggered.

He wasn’t kidding.

A doozer.

“What’d you eat, bud?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I didn’t eat anything.  It camed out all by itself.”

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