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Leslie Hoffman

lunch table - leslie hoffman

As I approached the table, I tilted the part where the icing had caved in toward mystomach, so that Uncle Al couldn't see; even though I wouldn't have given him thepiece the dog had bitten, he wouldn't have eaten from it had he known she had comeanywhere near his birthday cake.

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