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Marco's mound of breadcrumbs

the other nite at dinner I noticed little mounds of bread around Marco’s plate.

What is that in my mother’s voice.

I have been doing this since I was a child.

Your mother  must have gone crazy.

She lost her voice.

Well she couldn’t change him who am I to try. But it brings the mother in me out.