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We are sitting around the table, the boys are eating ice cream post-dinner.
"We need root beer!" shrieks Vinny. "If we had root beer we could make root beer floats!"
"Do you even like root beer?" I ask, knowing his historic distaste for soda of any kind.
"Yeah, I like it," answers Vinny. "Er, wait, I've never tried it."
"What about you, Gio, have you ever tried root beer?" I ask innocently.
"Well," he says holding up his hands, "I've tried normal beer."
2 comments:
niiiiiice!
Ummmmm now how does he know about normal beer
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