The slamming of the cabin door echoed across the yard, making Jackson quicken his pace even more. He hugged the corner sharply around the barn, his bare feet slamming on the hard packed mud, and sped down the little hill to the house. He briefly glanced at the pond that sat a few paces from the door, panting as he gripped the brass handle.
"Pippa!" he exclaimed breathlessly, opening the door to find Ma and Pa standing at the table around his sister. One look at his bloody shirt, and they were on it.
"Jackson, what did you do?" His mother asked sternly, running her fingers through the little girl's hair. She sobbed into Ma's apron, powdered with white flower. She must have been making pies from the blackberries they had picked yesterday.
"Ma, I didn't do anything!" he blinked in surprise.
"Well, something certainly happened to make her so upset." Pa's finger directed his attention to the crying little girl.
"You were supposed to watch the sheep, not mess around. Jack, when are you going to learn to stick to your duties?!" The furrows on Ma's forehead indicated that this wasn't going to go well.
"Ma.. Pa! We were out there with the sheep. I swear! It just happened, and there was nothing I could do about it, and-"
The toddler lifted up her head from the apron and gave a long wail, cutting off Jack's sentence with a gulp. He had never seen her this upset. A pang in his heart restricted his breathing, his eyes filling with tears at the sight. Pippa rubbed one of her tear-flowing eyes and then dashed to the ladder that lead to the loft.
"Sweetheart!" Ma softly crooned, quickly following her to guide her way up. "Baby, what's the matter?"
"I don't wanna! I don't wanna!" and her wails consumed her speech again.
Jack froze in utter shock. In all of his twelve years (seven only counting since that was how long she had occupied his life), he never knew Pippa to get this hysterical. It just wasn't ladylike, as Ma would put it. She was raising her baby to be a young lady, of which she reminded Jack countless times when he introduced her to new ways of roughhousing. But howling like a coyote under the bright beams of Mr. Moon, he never suspected such a sound to come from those little lungs.
Pippa disappeared at the top of the loft, a thud indicating that she had flung herself into her bed directly following. Jack didn't miss the glare his Ma gave him as she ascended the wooden ladder.
"Jack."
The boy swallowed, slowly turning his gaze to his father. "Yes, Pa?"
Pa settled himself at the end of the wooden table, his usual throne when dealing with his son. Jack's hand timidly felt the coolness of the smooth surface, which was carved before he was even born, as he leaned against it with his palm for support. His bony hind hit the chair seat while he tried his best to keep his eyes on his father. His fingers nervously fished for something to fiddle with, finding the blood soiled cloth he once had as a shirt.
"What happened? Were you horsin' around again, even though I told ya to watch the sheep?" Jack opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off. "You're a shepherd boy, Jackson! If you were tending the sheep like you were supposed to, maybe this wouldn't have happened."
Jack's eyes fell from Pa's, moving the red stained shirt material inbetween his fingers. He supposed he deserved this kind of reaction. In a time past, he was correctly accused for not paying attention to the sheep like he was bound to do. That had cost him as well as the family a handful of ewes. The image of the coyotes eating from their shredded wooly carcasses plagued his mind every time he lead the sheep out to pasture. No, he may horse around during a lot of things, but he had learned that particular consequence the hard way.
The gravel tone of his father made him wince. "Jackson, I want an answer. How did she get hurt?"
The boy licked his lips. "Pa, I was watching the sheep, and I didn't hurt Pippa, if that's what you are saying."
"Maybe not on purpose." The older man fiddled with the golden band on his left ring finger. "But accidents happen. You of all people should know."
Jack's eyes widened. "Pa, she's not hurt, why would you think I'd hurt her!"
"Goofin' off. Remember the time she broke her leg? Or how about the beehive incident? I could go down a whole list with this one, Jack."
A little fire bubbled somewhere inside of the boy. Sure, there were a few happenstances where broken bones and bruises were involved, but they didn't happen all the time. He always put himself out to make sure Pippa was safe, because he saw it as an unofficial duty of a big sibling. He couldn't help it sometimes if they got hurt while having fun. But this time, for once, they weren't.
The swell in his chest became overwhelming. He would do anything to protect his baby sister, and it was hurtful to be suspected of having done otherwise. Whether it was disrespectful or not, Jack couldn't hold back anymore. "Pa, she's not crying because she's hurt!"
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"Jack, look!"
Jack paused in his search for a moment to look down at his sister. "I see! Those for Ma?"
Pippa held up a handful of a mixture of grass, weeds, and wildflowers right in his face. Wrinkling his nose, Jack pushed them away. "Not in my face!"
"Do you think she'll like them?" the five year old jumped up and down, several grass blades falling from her bundle as a result.
Jack put his hand over his eyes and squinted against the sun. "Oh, I know she'll love them. It's a girl thing."
His eyes swept over the field in an observant glance, the endless prairie stretching out far into the horizon. The sun showered the earth below with her light hair, highlighting the rolling grass that swayed back and forth in the wind. The woods off to the side gave an outline of the field, but then it stretched outward into a rolling ocean of green and yellow. Several white puffs dotted the canvas, moving occasionally as the sound of bleating hit the shepherd boy's ears. "Where's Susie?"
"Susie went home. She has to go take a nap," Pippa chattered in that matter if fact tone that little kids have, bending at the knees to rip more grass from their roots.
Jack chuckled. "Susie needs to stay in Jack's sight. She's due any day now."
"Is she gonna have a baby?" Pippa's arms suddenly flew up into the air.
Jack's eyes closed as he was showered with a rain of grass and flowers. So much for Ma's bouquet. Casting her a half-hearted annoyed glance, he nodded. "Yup. Which is why we need to go find her."
"I wanna go!" She quickly exclaimed, fumbling to her feet as quick as her little legs could muster. She ran up to Jack and tugged on his white sleeve. "Hold my hand?"
Jack's bigger hand swallowed his sister's, a smile tugging up one corner of his mouth at the feel of her short fingers curled around his. His chest filled with pride as he watched her lengthen her strides, sticking her legs way out to match his own as they walked. She was adorable. He hummed a song that Pa sometimes sung around the fire at night, their steps keeping in time with the beat.
"Look over there!" Pippa suddenly pointed frantically. Jack's attention turned to see a prairie dog pop its head out of a hole in the ground a few yards away. He felt Pippa's hand struggle to break free, her other arms grappling as she leaned forward. "Let me go! Let me go! I wanna catch him!"
Jack tightened his grip on her and bent to her level. "No no no " he whispered into her ear. "You don't wanna scare him, do you?"
Pippa stopped, her eyes widening in horror. "No."
"Well, listen, just watch him. If you stand really still, maybe he'll come over and talk to you." He laughed to himself, his brown eyes twinkling with humor.
"Jack, groundhogs don't talk," Pippa quipped, putting a hand on her hip.
He threw his head back, making a funny face. "Oh? Well the Easter Bunny does."
"He's a bunny," she shot back as she bushed back her little bonnet. It fell from her head, joining her brown braids against her back as it dangled from its strings. Jack put his staff down and took her shoulders.
"Turn around half pint," he instructed, gently making her face him before placing her pink bonnet on her head again. "Keep this on. You'll get a sunburn if you don't."
"But I don't like it," she whined, grabbing one string and yanking it loose. "It's hot, and I'm stuffy."
Jack groaned, quickly catching the bonnet before it hit the dust. "Pippa! You have to keep it on. We don't want your little head to burn." He pulled it again over her brown hair, taking the strings and wrapping it around his fingers to tie them.
Pippa huffed, sticking her chest out as she swayed back and forth, creating as much resistance as she could. "Why don't you wear a bonnet?"
Jack chuckled. "Because I'm a boy. Boy's don't wear bonnets, they wear hats."
Her lips pursed in a prissy attitude. Jack smothered a laugh as she held a finger in the air."Well, why then don't you wear a hat?!"
Jack smirked as he rolled his eyes. "Pippa, you are a regular ol' stinkpot." His mind drifted to the black wide brimmed low felt hat that hung from its perch on a nail in his room. He shuddered at the thought of having to wear it all the time one day when he was grown. It was bad enough on Sundays! Perhaps he'd be one of those wild boys and break tradition. It wasn't all that important was it?
"Jack, I see Susie!"
Giving the pink strings a sharp tug, his hands plopped to his thighs. "There. Now leave it." His fingers curled over his staff, picking it up from the ground as he stood. "Where do you see her?"
But Pippa was already running towards the sheep. Her short brown braids bounced as they slapped against her shoulders while she ran through the prairie grasses, her arms bobbing as they reached out to the side to keep her balance. She abruptly halted a few yards away, her hind end sticking out as she bent over. Kicking up his feet, Jack trotted the ground to her.
"Whoa!" Jack yelped in surprise, his eyes meeting a wooly, heavily pregnant sheep on the site, nestled in the tall grass. Susie lay on her side, her oversized abdomen heaving as she stretched her neck out to bawl painfully. "Pippa, stay back," Jack ordered, kneeling down to the sheep.
"Is she sick?" Pippa asked, her brow knitted with worry.
"Nah," Jack shook his head, a smile growing. "She's having her baby."
"And I get to watch!" Pippa squealed, jumping up and down and clapping her hands.
Jack quickly turned to grab her wrists, sliding his hands over hers to stop her clapping. "Shhh! Shh shhh! You have to be quiet and still! Susie is going through a tough time right now."
"Is she going to sleep?" Pippa cocked her head to the side.
"No, she's having her baby," Jack repeated, turning back to the sheep in labor. His hands traveled the wool as it rose and fell in rushed breaths, his already calloused young hands feeling for any abnormalities. "Yeah, you're overdue, you crazy sheep."
Susie looked at him sideways, the whites of her eyes flashing as she looked around wildly, her feet pawing against the invisible ground. Jack chuckled, his hands pressing lightly on her stomach. "You're laying sideways, silly. You ain't goin' no where at that rate." The boy checked underneath the sheep's leg and nodded quickly. "Yup, you're in full blown labor."
Susie responded in a throaty wail, her black lips curling as she bore her teeth. Pippa yanked on Jack's collar. "Jack, is she hurting?"
Ignoring the repeated cut off of oxygen, Jack gently picked up the sheep's head to discard a large rock from underneath. "Yes, Pippa, she's in pain. Having a baby isn't fun."
Her arms wrapped around his throat, blocking his breath completely. "Will the baby be white like her ma?!" She leaned on his neck with all her weight, forcing Jack to tilt backwards.
Jack coughed, gulping for air as he pried Pippa's arms off his throat. "Maybe. She might be a black or spotted lamb too, we don't know."
"Will she be big like her Pa?!" She squealed again, blindly trying to wrap her arms around Jack's neck again in her excitement, ending up having him in a headlock instead.
"Pippa! My lands, I'm trying to do something here!" Jack huffed, peeling her hands over his head. He blew the fluffed brown bangs from his eyes and focused his concentration again.
Pippa stepped back a little, putting her hands innocently behind her back. She waited a few moments in silence, deciding when she had been quiet long enough. "What are you doing?"
Jack slowly blinked. "Watching."
She tilted her head right into his face. "Watching what?"
Jack smirked, "Watching you get in my face."
She sighed impatiently, waving her hands dramatically. "Not that! What were you watching before!"
Jack's hand ran along the wool, taking note of the dampness of it. He wished they had some water, but being this far out in the field, they weren't close to the pond back in the woods by the house. "I'm watching for the baby sheep. We need to keep on eye on Susie, so we can make sure she doesn't have any complications."
Pippa bent down in the grass, her skirt poofing out from the trapped air, giving her a shape-like appearance. "Comp-.. Liction-... Ations?"
Jack nodded. "Complications. Sometimes the babies are born the wrong way."
She sighed heavily. "Well! I am going to love her no matter what she looks like!" With an upturned nose, her bonnet bounced once with finality.
Jack jabbed a finger into her side, wiggling it around as she laughed. "You are pretty certain it's a girl, aren't you?" He tackled her to the ground, laughing as she screamed from the tickling. "Shh! Pippa shhh!"
She gasped for air, smacking his hands away. "YOU are making me do it, Jack!" He chuckled, gently pushing her head as he faced his work again, Pippa lightly falling backwards from the push. "You're despicable."
He snorted. "And where did you hear that word from?"
"Anna McBride," her eyes batted triumphantly. Jack's eyes widened at the mention of his crush at school.
The chocolate brown narrowed. "Hey, that's not funny."
Pippa giggled mischievously as she scrambled up from the ground, nearly toppling over. That girl had some rusty balance. "She said you're despicable! And that means she loves you!"
His eyebrows rose. "Actually, it means quite the opposite," Jack grumbled, thoroughly NOT thrilled of where this conversation was going. He knew it was coming, he just decided to grin and bear it.
"Well you love her! Jack loves Anna! Jack loves Anna!" Pippa danced around, batting her palm against her mouth like an Indian, chanting as she circled her brother and the pregnant sheep.
Okay, maybe he didn't have to grin and bear it. This was just annoying. Jack crossed his legs and covered his ears with his hands, squeezing his eyes against the chanting. But he could still hear the loud proclamation of his sister.
"Jack loves Anna! Jack loves Anna! Jack loves-"
"Stop it, you little crawfish!" Jack roared, slamming his hands against his ears. "I do NOT love Anna!" Little sisters. Sometimes they could be so annoying.
"Yes you do," Pippa sung, watching her skirt as she started twirling. "Ma said not to lie."
Face palming, Jack groaned. "Pippa, please be quiet. Susie is trying to give birth here."
Immediately she stopped, her eyes snapping up and peering over the sheep again. "Is the baby coming yet?"
Jack scooted around at the end of the sheep, cocking his head in observation. "Almost. Look! You can see it now." His finger pointed to a tiny hoof, protruding from its poor mother's body. Susie let out another scream, panting as she bleated and coughed for air. Jack timidly felt the sheep's bulging pelvis, looking up at the sky as he examined the lamb's position from the outside. Everything felt normal, except...
Jack's eyes widened as he felt his heart suddenly thud faster and heavily in his chest. He sat up straighter, stretching the sheep out as much as he could before laying his hand back where it was. Susie whimpered. "I know, Susie, it's okay. Just hang on girl." Feeling a warm bulge, his fear was confirmed. Without a second thought, he spread the sheep's legs apart and started pulling his white shirt sleeves up, wincing in disgust over his shoulder. He really didn't want to do this... But he had to.
"Jack?" came Pippa's quivering voice. "Jack, what's wrong?"
He held his breath as he gingerly fished his fingers into the birth canal. "Dah... This baby's breeched." A vapor from the blood whipped his face as his hand traveled in further, causing him to cough and hold his breath. "Yuck."
"Jack, what are you doing?!" Pippa exclaimed, grabbing his tanned forearm as it sunk deeper out of view.
"Trying to save the baby," Jack replied, his teeth gritted against the slime that squished inbetween his unseen fingers. He felt around, his fingers traveling along the lamb's backbone to find it bent at the shoulders. Not only was it breech, it was stuck. "Oh no, oh gosh no," he breathed, exploring the diameter of the canal with his other hand. "This isn't good."
"What's going on?" Pippa cried out, fear thick in her voice as she squinted in confusion.
"She's- dah!" he grunted, losing his grip on the lamb's neck inside. "She's stuck, Pippa. I'm gonna have to get her unstuck."
Pippa crawled over to Susie's face, gripping onto the sheep's neck with wide eyes. "Is she gonna die?"
Jack bit his lip. "No, half pint. She'll be okay, if I can just," he winced as he blindly struggled to move the lamb's head straightened out in the narrow canal. "If I can just get her neck loose."
Pippa sat down and cradled Susie's head in her lap, the sheep bawling as Jack pressed his hands hard against her. Pippa gently stroked the sheep's face, rocking side to side as she began softly singing. "By baby bumpkin, Papa's gone a huntin'."
The sheep let out another agonized bleat, Jack yelling out in frustration as he lost his grip again. "The thing won't budge!"
"To get a bunny rabbit's skin, to wrap his little baby girl in." Pippa sniffed, a tear dropping onto the sheep's white cheek. "By baby bumpkin, Papa's gone a huntin'.."
Jack gave another desperate grunt, his body shaking as he tried to pry the legs into a normal position. But they weren't moving. They just wouldn't move. The canal was too tight. Susie began to squirm, kicking her legs wildly and bawling at the top of her throat. Jack was spent sprawling to his back with a yelp. "Pippa!"
"What?" She cried, her little face streaming with tears.
Jack looked over the situation. He knew the lamb was probably already dead, and if he didn't get it out, Susie was definitely going to die. He needed that sheep to stay still. Furthermore, he needed Pa to keep her still, but Pa was all the way at home plowing the field. And Pippa was definitely too little to hold a bucking sheep to the ground. Struck with an idea, he whipped off the twine that held his pants up around his thin waste. "Pippa, give me your bonnet!"
Slowly, Pippa removed her pink bonnet and held it out, Jack snatching it as he caught sight of it. He quickly tied Susie's front legs together with the twine, and her back legs with the bonnet strings.
"Jack!" Pippa wailed, clutching the sheep's whipping head as he resumed his former position.
"Pippa, just hang on, it'll be over in a minute." Gently forcing both of his hands into the birth canal, he crouched above the sheep enough to give him leverage and found the lamb's neck, pulling as hard as he could. Feeling at his fingertips a sickening snap, the neck came loose.
"Thank God!" He panted, stretching out the lower legs and pulling them towards the opening. His wrists began to reappear, red and sticky from the blood, as he pulled, hoping that the sheep's body would help him in contracting. With one final oomph, the lamb suddenly slid out, Jack landing on his butt with the small bluish sack between his parted legs. Quickly, he ripped open the birth bag.
His eyes closed tightly, his head bowing in defeat. Jack tenderly picked up the lamb's limp head, cupping its tiny muzzle with trembling hands. Tears pricked his eyes painfully as his throat swelled with a lump.
"Is she okay?" Pippa whispered, wiping her eyes with her hand. Susie lay still in her lap, panting and heaving from lack of energy.
Jack slowly looked up from the dead lamb, the sadness in his young heart overflowing through his soul. How was he supposed to tell her? "Jack?" Came her soft voice again.
Jack sniffed, slowly shaking his head as a bead of sweat trickled down his cheek. "No, Pippa. The baby's gone."
Pippa's eyes widened, a fresh set of tears glossing them over as they bore into Jack's own brown eyes. "She's..." her lip trembled, "... Dead?..." Jack's breath hitched in his throat, his neck aching as it moved in a nod. Pippa suddenly stood, Susie's head falling to the ground. "No! She's not dead!" She stomped over to Jack, grabbing the lamb's little leg before Jack could pull it away. But as soon as she touched it, she let go.
It was so cold. It was so still, and stiff. Stillborn, Jack concluded as he looked up into Pippa's eyes. His heart lurched with pain as he beheld the sadness flooding into those huge brown orbs. Pippa whipped her head to the side, a firm frown creasing her face. And then she was gone.
"Pippa!" Jack shouted, frantically putting the stillborn lamb down on the grass and jumping to his feet to chase after his sister. But Susie's cries made him stop in his tracks. He couldn't just leave the sheep. Then again, he couldn't just let his sister run off like that on her own. He growled in irritation, whipping around to the bound sheep.
He untied the twine and the soiled bonnet as fast as he could, throwing them to the side. Susie was already struggling to get up, so he went on the other side of her and snaked his arms underneath. "Come on, ol' gal. Come on, get up!"
He puffed, wincing as he lifted the sheep up with all of his might. He dug his bare feet into the ground, lightly moaning as he finally got the ewe to its feet, panting as he flopped to the ground. Susie almost toppled over onto him, her legs wobbly and weak from exhaustion. Jack gently prodded her from behind, eagerly trying get her going forward to keep her on her feet. When the sheep finally moved, he sighed audibly and loud, running a bloody hand through his hair. Taking his vest off, he tenderly draped it over the dead lamb, saying a brief apology for leaving so abruptly and promising to come later to properly take care of it. He gave the prairie a quick overview and groaned. Where was Pippa? She wasn't in sight anymore.
Jack then took off along the path to the house, past the barn and past the pond, hearing the door slam. It was there that a few moments later, he found himself at one end of the table, his Pa on the other.
"So, Jack.. Is the lamb still out there?" Pa asked, his voice significantly softer now that he heard what had happened.
Jack nodded. "Yes, Pa. I'll go burry it as soon as you're through."
His Pa chewed his lip, his mustache wriggling like a black worm above his lip. "I'll do it, son. You've been through a lot today, why don't you wash up. You need it."
Jack followed his father's gaze to his shirt, taking in the bright red that splattered and blotched the cotton fabric. Well, so much for that shirt. But ah well, Ma surely couldn't be too mad about it. His eyes fell to his hands, lightly gasping as he saw them. They looked as though he had dipped them in a pot of crushed raspberries, dark red and crusted with drying blood. Jack immediately got up and rushed outside.
Running to the pond, Jack knelt at the base of it and stuck his hands into the cold water, sighing with relief as it cooled and calmed his stressed senses. Dipping them in over and over and rubbing them together, he successfully washed off every bit of the blood, a cloud of red slowly dissipating as the water's tiny waves rippled into each other. The boy then took off his soiled shirt, his tanned back relishing the sun's warm rays. Running the shirt through the water, he got rid of as much blood from it as he could, wringing it out and draping it over a rock once through. He finished with a quick splash to his face, and then ran back inside, passing by his Pa as he explained to Ma in hushed tones what had happened, a shovel gripped in his rough hands.
"Pippa," Jack breathed, gripping the ladder as he ascended it to their loft. He crawled to the top, immediately trekking the floor to Pippa's bed. "Pippa. Little lady, look at me, please."
"No!" she wailed from inside her pillow, causing Jack to jump.
"Would you just look at me? I want to explain to you what happened."
"No, leave me alone!" Her little fist pounded the straw mattress with every word.
Jack winced at her, his heart stopping as she sobbed louder. The poor girl, it was the first time she ever faced anything dead. And did it have to be a baby lamb? Jack's eye caught movement outside, watching as his father shuffled toward the field with the sheep, shovel in hand. Apparently so. Life was so cruel sometimes. He had witnessed the death of many young lambs through his Pa's dealing with sheep his whole life, and it was never any easier to get through than it was the first time. Just the idea of such a young life being snatched away before even given the chance to stand on its own legs made his head cloudy. No, life wasn't fair sometimes. But heck... It's what makes the breath you have all the more to be thankful for.
Jack gently placed now clean hands under his sisters ribcage and lifted her up, turning her around to face him. He quickly caught her cheeks before she could rip away from him. "Listen, Pippa, I know you're mad at me for what happened."
The little girls's eyes spilled again with tears as she tried to yank free from her brother. But Jack had both hands cupping her round face, his eyes reaching into hers. "Listen to me."
Pippa stopped at something, seeing a slight glitter in Jack's eyes. She slowly gave up the twisting and looked up at him with an intrigued expression. Jack gently placed a kiss on her forehead between her cute bangs. "I did everything I could, half pint. Sometimes life just isn't fair."
She sniffed, her lip quivering as she fought the new bought of tears. Jack wrapped his arms around her little body, pulling her into his chest. She gripped onto his bare arms, crying softly into his shoulder. Jack patiently stroked her brown hair, now matted and sticking out in odd amounts from her braids.
"I know you didn't mean to. It's just so sad," he heard her whisper, hiccuping once as she began to finally settle down.
"I know, Pippa," Jack replied just as soft, looking down to see Pippa's watery eyes peeking up at him.
"Why did she have to die?" she whispered, another hiccup briefly shaking her frame.
Jack inhaled deeply, struck at the profoundness of the question his sister had asked. Who was he to answer such a question, he wasn't even a teenager yet. How Pippa always imagined that he had all the answers, he would never get. "Well," he drawled, swirling his spit in thought. "It's never out of purpose, what happens in life. And death."
She blinked, a few stray tears falling from her eyes. Jack caught them, gently wiping them away. "You see, there's a balance for everything. Where there's bad, good is just around the corner to make it all better." He bit his lip, looking out the window into the sky. Although it was still in the bright hours of the day, he could already see the moon hung out in the evening sky. "The baby lamb died, but guess what?"
Pippa sniffed again, a moment of silence following before she meekly asked, "What?"
Jack gazed back down at her, tucking some stray hair behind her ear. "We still have Susie."
She was frozen for a moment as she seemed to ponder that truth. Then she nodded slowly. "Yes, Jack. We have Susie still."
Jack nodded, "Mhm, and she'll have another baby, and the other sheep with give birth to lambs, we'll have a bunch of new babies, and everything will be alright."
Pippa giggled weakly, looking up at her brother once before burying her face into his bare chest. Jack continued to comb his fingers through her hair, relieved that she was calming down.
"Pippa where there is death, there is always a new life to take its place."
Pippa nuzzled into him closer, her breathing becoming steady as she slipped off into an exhausted sleep. Jack smiled down at her, simply thankful that all was well again.
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So I got myself some Nutella today and ate it with a spoon, and felt a little better. Then this idea popped in me brain.
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