Your mother picked you up and laid you on a glass serving tray. Being an extremely important customer, she felt that you should be served by her personally. Trish had covered the bottom of the tray, so it was tough for you to see. As she passed by the other customers, they all stared at you, hoping to be able to try you for themselves someday. While you were slowly becoming a popular dish, your hefty price tag made most customers cringe. You couldn't hear very well, since your mother had accidentally gotten carmel in your ears, but you were pretty sure you were being served to a...
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