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Gabe had a little adventure and lunch out with my best friend late last week – just the two of them. Over lunch they were talking about favourite foods.

G: I love peanut butter.

S (my friend): We don;t have peanut butter. It would make Rachel sick and she would have to go to the hospital.

G: Oh. Well, if Molly picked up a fork and stabbed me in the eye, I’d have to go to the hospital too!


I’m not quite sure where I got him…