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Submitted to Contest #325
Fred was always a talkative sort. Ever since his first word, “me.” When that was the only word he knew, he chirped and burbled over and over, “me, me, me, me, me.” His Mother would parrot back at him, “you, you, you, you, you,”as she fed him squashed cream and corn. He didn’t remember of course, being barely a toddler at the time, but his Mother had told him plenty of times. She seemed to run out of things to say a lot, always repeating the same stories, and fancies, and fears. Fred didn’t mind so long as she talked, some people refused to s...
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