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he said, his hands on his stomach, laughing out loudly this time.
"When did I eat like that?" I said, pouting at his comment, glaring, making him laugh like a maniac.
"No seriously Emi, you were munching on vegetables, what about meat? That's why you always fall or slip because you are as weak as a pigeon!" he said, this time fake chuckling to himself, his hands draped over his mouth.
I glared at him, throwing my salad consisting of spinach, cabbage, tomato and cheese at him. Now it was my turn to laugh when he grudgingly removed the strips of spinach and wiped himself with a napkin.
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