Lazy Sundays

As Ted sat on the couch, eating chips off of his stomach, his dog whimpered on the floor beside him.

“What is it, pal?” asked Ted. “Are you okay?” He got up from the couch and the dog ran for the fallen chips. “Oh, guess I should’ve been sharing.”

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