As Mike and his mother walk down stairs, she begins to ramble on how small he use to be and how cute he was. This was something uncommon but not rare ether. Mike just continues to listen in since she is most like filling dead air to make what ever she is doing not seem awkward.
“… Mike just when I saw this I just thought of you when you were younger since you liked it so much. You were someone who love the weird drinks.”
Then that’s when it hit him, Mike did had an odd taste in drinks and a matter of face he still does. Maybe it’s just this curiosity, just wanting to know what it was like. Now thinking about it he is a weird person in a good sort away. Well he thinks.
Rounding the corner to the kitchen they both make it to the fridge “So what is this drink?” Mike questioned
“Well better to show you than to tell you.” His mom said while opening the fridge door to find…
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