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Nov 2019
We huddled always in a dining table as a family whenever we eat
One night, dad offered us slices of melons
My father had two or three
My brother had one or two
And I had one

My father told me the correct way to slice and eat a melon was to use a spoon to be the blockage while scooping a piece of it sideways with a fork

But I bluffed his way

He called me, "not smart" and "does not have any practical wisdom" for not doing it

When I looked at my brother, he was not doing the same
Instead, he scooped the melon easily with just a spoon like you would do in an ice cream

All I did next was just bit the pieces off, without using any utensils for help
Penne
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Penne
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