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He had his head turned, talking to Garret, and I thought about just taking a piece but decided against it.
“Babe,” I stated, nudging him with my elbow. He turned to look at me. “Can I have a piece?”
“It’s bloody, Piccolo. Its room temperature cooked.”
“I want a mushroom.”
He raised his eyebrow at me. “You don’t like mushrooms.”
“Well, I have a craving for them.”
He stuck his fork in the mushroom and held it out to me. I took the mushroom off with my teeth, careful not to get lipstick on his fork. It was actually pretty good. I took my fork and stuck it in another, eating it before returning to my own plate.
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