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"well i have a lot of stuff take your pick and ill make it" |
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Lucille gave him a look. "I don't know, just pick something," |
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"ok how about home made hamburger helper " |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille gave him a confused look. "A what?" |
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"you never- ok your eating it " he grabbed hamburger meat elbow noodles velveta cheese and milk, he put some of the cheese and milk together her and warmed up the cheese until it was melted, he then drowned the meat, then he made the noddles and then mixed it all together and put it on plates |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille watched and waited silently. |
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he gave her a plate with a fork |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille didn't particularly find the food appetizing, by looks, but when she took a bite her eyes lit up. "Wow, thats so good," |
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"i know right" he took a bite |
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Lucille Hawthorne -
Lucille nodded eagerly and shoveled another spoonful into her mouth, forgetting her manners. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
