Olives

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"Sam, don't pick at your food, eat it!" Pam barked at her daughter.

"Since when did you start making me food?" Sam asked, looking up at her mother.

"My counciler says it will let out my inner kindness. I don't get that, but it works!"

"Freddie will be here soon anyway..."

"You spend a lot of time with him, you know."

"Of course I know!"

"Please can you just promise me one thing?"

Here it comes, Sam thought.

"Which is?"

"You will at least finish your olives on your plate!"

"Sure..." She paused and looked her mother up and down in surprise, "I can do that..." She nodded and started to eat her olives quickly.

"Don't gulp it!"

"Sorry but I really need to get rea-" She was cut off by the doorbell.

"I'll get it..." Pam said, making her daughter sit back down.

"It will be Freddie..."

"I'm not dumb, Samantha! Just eat your olives!" She demanded, strutting out the dining room.

"What is her problem? Eat your olives! Why do I need to eat olives?" Sam questioned aloud as she stuck her fork through the last two olives on her plate...

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