Flavor of Love

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The Girl was discharged from the hospital, at long last.  She was famished.  She had spent 12 whole hours at the hospital, and didn’t eat during any of those hours.  Usually, The Girl went to The Mother concerning this issue, but she was so hungry that she just couldn’t wait.

“Alfred, do you have a flavor?”

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