Austin pulled out the package of fake-bakes.
Me: What, more?
Austin: I’m in the mood for chocolate.
Me: We’ve had two truffles. We’ve got two Vosges bars, you’ve got Andes mints.
Austin: I want chocolate chip cookies.
Me: There’s no helping you.
Austin: Those cookies aren’t going to eat themselves.
Me: You don’t know that. They might be cannibals.
Austin: I don’t want to let them sit long enough to find out.
Me: What, more?
Austin: I’m in the mood for chocolate.
Me: We’ve had two truffles. We’ve got two Vosges bars, you’ve got Andes mints.
Austin: I want chocolate chip cookies.
Me: There’s no helping you.
Austin: Those cookies aren’t going to eat themselves.
Me: You don’t know that. They might be cannibals.
Austin: I don’t want to let them sit long enough to find out.
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