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In by Lara on August 18, 2011 at 3:28 pm

That was the sound of slushed-up cereal and milk dripping off Tom’s spoon.
“Tom, don’t play with your food, for god sake. You’re a grown man!”
Hunched over, elbows lodged firmly in their usual spots on the table, Tom glared at his mother. Nagging at 7:30 in the morning. Are you kidding, he thought.
“Tom, what do you want for dinner tonight? I was thinking of making lasagna.”
“I can’t eat dairy.”
“Like hell you can’t! You’ve been eating my lasagna for the past thirty-one years!”
He grumbled. But the rent was low, the food was good, and it was comfortable.

  1. Gloop indeed. I thought of Lennie from Of Mice and Men when I read this. Pitiful, yet for some reason you can’t help but think it’s not their fault. I have way less pity for Tom than for Lennie though.

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