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He noticed that I hated avocados. That I would push them to the Edge of my plate of salad. Every time I saw him he would ask, 
 “Are you eating your avocados today?” I would say, “maybe”. Because, maybe they would taste better that day. We played this game for 12 years. On my 13th year I started to love avocados. They became trendy. I spread them on my toast, They were the dip I loved the most! But on my 13th year, He wasn’t here To ask about avocados.
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
Seedless avocado
He noticed that I hated avocados. That I would push them to the Edge of my plate of salad. Every time I saw him he would ask, 
 “Are you eating your avocados today?” I would say, “maybe”. Because, maybe they would taste better that day. We played this game for 12 years. On my 13th year I started to love avocados. They became trendy. I spread them on my toast, They were the dip I loved the most! But on my 13th year, He wasn’t here To ask about avocados.
I miss you grandpa
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
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