A Dinner With Bumps

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Potato lumps smothered in burnt gravy
Uncle gets up to scrape his plate
Garbage can clangs
Grandma whimpers
Her knee knocks the table leg
Spilled milk soaks into white fabric
Dad claps his hands
“Alright,” he says. “Let’s order pizza.”
Everyone cheers

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