I had just finished creating for Spuddy Buddy a luscious sandwich of smoked turkey, muenster cheese and avocado on honey wheat bread, and was in the act of relocating one quarter of the sandwich from his plate to mine, according to the established household culinary custom, when young Prince Spud himself appeared at my elbow, and gazing up at me with a countenance ablaze with benevolence, mercy and forgiveness, decreed:
"Oh, it's alright, Mamadah. You can be my scavenger."
It's what I live for.
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Awwww. That's all. Just awwwww.
A warm, and gooey awwww.
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