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Continuation of DROWNING

Shawn poked at the flaky crust with the tip of his fork.  He could swear his piece was smaller than everyone else’s… 

Taking a bite, he closed his eyes in obviously obvious enjoyment. 

“MMMMMMMM!!!!  Wow!  This pie is, dare I say, scrumptious?  You know, this reminds me of a time when Gus and I were twelve, and I took him out past Johnson Park where I found some wild strawberries.  We must-of picked like, a hundred!” 

Gus’s mother nodded.  “I remember.  He came home with the worst case of poison oak I’ve ever seen.  He missed school for a week.” 

Shawn bent back over his plate.



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