Some sandwiches aren’t really for consumption. They’re just for laughs.
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E has this friend, Johnnie. He invites him to a lot of our parties. But every time Johnny shows up, there’s trouble. He makes E act silly, or makes E say silly things, or make E go to sleep and say nothing at all.
I let E pick the sandwich tonight. Instead of following his stomach, he decided to pick a country that he felt most inspired by from Google maps and let that decide what we ate. “Morocco.” he declared.