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In 100, by Briene on November 26, 2018 at 9:41 pm

His little hand disappeared inside his dad’s, resting on the corner of the table. 

“You can do it buddy.”

A reassuring thumb slid back and forth across his bony fist. He didn’t complain, but wished he didn’t have to go through with it. 

“I just need to go at my own pace,” he asserted. 

“Ok,” his mom cooed reassuringly.  

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, pitched forward and with the determination to overcome the imminent gag reflex, he pushed the fork full of spinach into his mouth. Because no green monsters could keep him from his sugar cookies. 

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