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We sat and watched Monk for awhile. My heart started to pound because I knew what was coming next, and I was trying to find a way to avoid it. When the microwave went off, I got his pie, put it on his plate, and gave it to him. I told him that the second one was in the microwave and I would get it when it was done.”
“I didn’t eat all day.” He said.
“Why not?” I asked him.
“Because no one told me there was any food ready.”
“Let’s not go here tonight,” I said, and went back to watching Monk.
“So, you don’t care that I didn’t eat today?”
“I think if you were hungry, then you should have come in the house and ate.”
“You didn’t think about me all day? I see how it is. You, you, you. That’s how it is.”
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