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XLIV. Chicken (93)
"I don't like chicken." Calvin whined as the family of four sat at the dinner table.
"At least eat some, at least half." Paul said to his son.
"Just look at your sister, she's just a baby and she's not nearly as picky as you." Clara said with a laugh as Frida started to eat little bits of her food after arranging them by what she liked best.
"Chick!" Frida said happily and nommed on a small piece of chicken. The pickled beets had been smashed up and some of them had ended up in the little girl's hair somehow.
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