Usually, when Shira comes home from work, and I emerge from my laptop - we scrounge around looking for something resembling dinner. But not with my brother Dave here. He made an impressive spread of turkey burgers (tasty, and good for us), corn and other fix'ins.
Man, I could get used to this whole personal chef thing. Too bad he's going to be starting a job and moving out.
But while we got him, I'll be enjoying it.
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