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(I remember now, we spoke with friends about kids)
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Anyway, I had this charming habit of sticking my tongue out and just barely touching the vegetable (or casserole, I wasn't fond of those either)..
Then I would pull my tongue in, make a horrible face and shiver, as if I had just tasted death.
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My mom would put up with this display about three times, and the respond in one of two ways, depending on her mood.
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Fine, starve, I don't care.
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or.
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Just eat the goddamn thing. You'll live.
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My grandmother, would just dump sugar on what ever it was until I ate it.
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Except Black Eye'd Peas. There wasn't enough sugar on the planet for those bad boys.