He points out, holding both in his hands.
,,it doesn't really matter really."
,,you choose.", he smiles.
,,I would take bland."
,,Bland?", he looks at me with his one eyebrow up.
,,Yeah", I take a step to the fridge.
I take it out.
,,If I want to Mix it I could.
And bland is fine for me"
,,You lost weight you know"
Why doesn't it...
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