'I've got you a new cheese to try, Marley', she said to me last night. 'It's called Emmental.'
We sat on the sofa and I looked at the plate. It looked like cartoon cheese to me. 'See, Marley, we are going to share it. You can have the holes and I can have the rest'. Then she rolled around on the sofa, laughing at herself.
I maintained my dignity throughout.
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