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“Thank you Charlie…” He said to him, like a little kid.

“Mm, do I really have a choice?” He teased, carefully filling the bowls and sticking a spoon in each of them. “You’re welcome.”

Dan smiled and grabbed a bowl, starting to eat.

Charlie giggled, sitting down carefully with his own bowl and began to eat slowly.

“So what’s up, Charlie?”

“Ah, nothing.” He giggled. “Got thrown off the couch because of a pothole. You?”