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     “Why yes,” I stated, “I used to eat dinner with my family all the time when I was little.  I have this sister.  She’s six years older than I am.  I remember when we were little and I used to be such a brat at times.  We would sit at the dinner table, and I’m not sure why I didn’t ever get in trouble for this, but I used to spit pellets of rice across the table at her.”  I looked down and laugh for a bit, “And, then she would yell out, ‘look what Peter’s doing!’ and then, I would then deny the whole thing.
     But then there was the time -- I’m not sure if anyone else ever did this, but I used to put my glass up to the edge of the table.  It would be resting half on and half off the table like this,” I mimic the glass and table with my hands and continue, “and try and balance it without it falling off.  I let it sit there.  My mom would get pissed and move the glass back in.  And, I’d do it again.  One time, she didn’t, and the glass fell and I think it was milk, yeah milk, it split all over me.  It really sucked.  I don’t think I ever did that again.”

 

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