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Speaking for the Palate

Lunch was just a burp behind us when my son asked for something to eat.

“Eat?!” I gasped. The very plate he’d eaten from was only seconds in the sink.

I pointed to a pile of left over apple slices. Free for the taking.

But my son shrugged. “Nah,” he said. “I just want something man-made.”


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