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What's that brownie?
As I was sitting at the dining room table typing away on the computer, I hear this from the kitchen:
Christian: What's that brownie? You want me to eat you? But Ling says no more brownies before bed. What's that brownie? You say she won't know? Well ok.
Me: What's going on over there?
Christian with muffled speech: A brownie fell into my mouth! I had to eat it!
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