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His uncle gasped in outrage as he stole back the ized for that!"

Danny snorted in disgust as he grabbed a blueberrythat he’d already pushed his luck once by touching so on his uncle’s tray and really in no round in a headlock "Yeah, cause thatpursued by a two hundred pound stripper"

"I don’t knohy you’re corumbled "He sent you that really nice cookie basket to make up for the incident in the closet"

"Which you ate," Danny pointed out, grabbing two foil-wrapped meatball sandwiches and added thery!" Uncle Jared said defensively as he stole one of the sandwiches off his tray

With a rabbed another sandwich, which Uncle Jared pro ould happen to the food on his tray if he didn’t rabbed another one, five cookies, taters, three apples, a candy bar, a donut and a large bag of chips and headed towards the very frightened looking cashier

As she quickly added up his purchases, he couldn’t help but wonder why the guy that owned the coffee trucks that serviced Bradford Construction’s sites kept sending skittish feh school to work the trucks It seemed kind of cruel, especially since they usually ended up quitting after teeks once they realized that they’d developed an anxiety disorder…or two

"I got it," Uncle Jared said as Danny pulled out his wallet

"No thanks," Danny said, quickly pulling thefor his own food

"Why not?" Uncle Jared deaze drifted down and locked on the stack of cookies that Danny realized he’d have to eat first

"Because of that bullshit rule of yours," Danny said, grabbing his tray and headed towards his truck, hoping like hell that his uncle would be too distracted by his overflowing tray to follow after hiru after hi hi hi snack

"If I pay for the food then I should be allowed to have a bite or two," Uncle Jared explained as he helped lower the tailgate and set his tray down

"It’s never just a bite or tith you," Danny argued, not really in the mood to discuss his uncle’s fucked up rules about food, but if thathim about this new job, then that was more than fine with-

"You start the new job on Monday," Uncle Jared said, deftly snatching a cookie off his tray

"If it’s a su his tray away from his uncle He could have snatched the cookie back, but he’d ly let the cookie go, "then let Jason handle it He needs the extra money"

"He can’t take this job," Uncle Jared said distractedly as he tried to steal another cookie

Knowing his uncle as well as he did, he shifted the tray further out of his reach "Why not?"

"You cheap bastard!" Uncle Jared gasped with a pout that had hireedy bastard another cookie It was either that or put up with his pouting for the rest of the day