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His father's son.
Colin came running into the kitchen, drawn by the scent of frying pork chops.
"Meat! Meat!" he said, pointing up at the pan.
"Yes, I'm cooking meat."
He circled his hand on his chest and reinforced the ASL sign with the same word in English. "Please?"
He was crushed when I failed to reach right into the sizzling fat to pull one out for him.
"Meat! Meat!" he said, pointing up at the pan.
"Yes, I'm cooking meat."
He circled his hand on his chest and reinforced the ASL sign with the same word in English. "Please?"
He was crushed when I failed to reach right into the sizzling fat to pull one out for him.